The Western Minister rode through the palace gates without slowing. By the time he

dismounted, several guards had already gathered.

"I need to see His Majesty," he said, his voice strained. "Now."

One of the guards stepped forward cautiously.

"My Lord, His Majesty is currently occupied."

"I don't care."

The minister started toward the King's Wing.

"My Lord..."

The guards exchanged uneasy glances but dared not lay a hand on one of the King's ministers.

Before anyone could stop him, another voice rang out across the courtyard.

"Minister Aldren."

The minister halted and turned.

Prince Maxwell descended the palace steps with measured grace, dressed in dark royal robes.

His expression...