The voice was ancient. And it carried a hidden weight that everyone present could feel without being able to explain.
Cedric, still recovering, heard it.
An expression of panic, and at the same time, pure shock, appeared on his face.
'That voice. No, that's impossible. How can it be him? There's no reason he should be acting personally,' he thought, pushing himself to his feet and ignoring his pain completely. It didn't matter right now. The situation had become too strange for it to matter.
'Why has the King decided to act personally?'
The situation had already been complicated enough, practically out of control at this point, which was why Cedric hadn't hesitated to inform his father so that appropriate measures could be taken. But among all the things he had anticipated, the direct personal involvement of the King had not been on the list.
And how could it have been?
