Chapter Four
Walking into his father’s private office Roderick immediately sensed something was wrong. It didn’t take a genius to puzzle out that fact. Instead of the usual small circle of advisors and a ceremonial bodyguard there was only his father, Crown Prince Bradford, his chamberlain, Lord Emile, and almost too many of the royal bodyguard to count. It was a struggle for Roderick to stifle the groan that started to form in his throat.
“Roderick, come in, sit down,” his father boomed upon seeing him. The office, even though it was supposed to be the small, private office of the crown prince, was almost half the size of the formal courtroom used for ceremonial purposes and it was full of bodies in armor and carrying weapons.
“What now?” he asked his father without formality. “Are we
