Olive slumped into the black leather settee, calmly blowing softly on the surface of her steaming cup of tea. The aroma filled the air as her lips slightly curved a small smile. She is in a good mood. Olive inhaled the aroma as the peaceful morning started. That’s what she thought.

“Quickly! Move quickly!”

“Cover the whole palace!”

“Secure the Ruler!”

Olive’s eyes widened, and her heart started to beat widely against her chest. Ruler? Who is the Ruler they are pertaining to? Olive shook her head. Impossible. Ashriel is dead.

The boots of the Royal Guards sounded on the corridor, alerting everyone that something had happened. Olive quickly stood...