Valen moved through the corridors of the palace with a sense of urgency she rarely allowed herself to display.
Lord Valor and Lord Damien were planning to kill the king, the words echoed relentlessly in her mind.
Before the next council session and that was literally in three days.
That meant Kaelvryn had less time than they believed. If their plan involved compromised guards, any delay might place him directly in the path of betrayal. She could not afford hesitation, nor could she risk written communication that might be intercepted.
She needed to tell him herself... now.
The evening had deepened by the time she reached the inner palace corridor leading toward the king's private chambers.
Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows that danced across polished stone floors. The guards stationed there recognized her instantly and stepped aside without question.
"Sir Valen," one of them greeted respectfully.
