The million gasps and whispers that surrounded me did nothing to ease the swell in my chest.
My mouth opened then closed as I watched how Father quickly formed an assemble of both maids and guards and every other person present to welcome the Envoy.
If the King's representative is really here then Father will definitely recognize him. He will see that he is a fake or maybe all of this was planned by him from the start.
"No. That doesn't sound right." I whispered to myself. The General might be both ambitious and cunning but he'd never use the King's name like this. Not if he isn't afraid of death.
So what was going on here?
Did the King really send someone?
Thoughts and countless theories formed in my head but I forced myself to be calm, watching as a man dressed in a red robe sweep
