The tension in the palace was so thick it was suffocating as soldiers hurried through the halls, each movement charged with urgency.
Valerie had given strict orders to surround the palace and not, under any circumstances, allow the disgraced dark Fae, Aldric, to gain entrance. The palace was in a state of high alert, with soldiers stationed at every possible point of entry.
Valerie had been discussing his ascension with small, trusted members of the royal council of the Summer Court when a message arrived from the General that Aldric had escaped.
It turned out that Valerie had ordered the general to keep Aldric preoccupied, to not give him even a moment to breathe, at least until his ascension to the throne was complete.
Unfortunately, Aldric spy—Isaac— who had infiltrated the palace had also managed to escape. So when the general sent word of Aldric’s freedom, Valerie knew It was only a matter of time before Aldric made his way to the palace.
Aldric was a disgraced Fae now, stripped of the right to claim the throne of Astaria. One would think that this would ease Valerie’s concerns, but he knew he had won through trickery. If that truth were to come out, everything he had gained would slip through his fingers.
They were fully aware that Aldric possessed a medallion that allowed for magical entry, but the palace was spelled against such means of intrusion. That meant Aldric would have to enter the palace through the conventional entrance.
Valerie had ordered every wall inside and outside the palace to be lined with soldiers, all ready to shoot the moment they saw the dark Fae prince. Aldric would never kill his own people, and if he did, it would mean the end of any chance he had at ruling Astaria.
Valerie was currently speaking with the captain of the king’s knights, strategizing ways to further secure the palace, when his assistant entered, interrupting their conversation. This assistant was someone Valerie had hand-picked to help manage royal duties during this crucial time.
"The ministers are waiting patiently for the meeting to start, Your Highness."
Valerie froze, staring at the assistant as if the man had grown an extra head. "What are you talking about?"
"The ministers are here for the meeting, Your Highness. I was sent to remind you, as they have been waiting quite patiently," the assistant repeated.
Valerie frowned, his confusion deepening. "I didn’t call for any meeting..." He trailed off, his eyes widening as realization struck him like a thunderbolt.
"Shit! It’s Aldric! Aldric is in the palace!" Valerie shouted, his face paling as he turned towards the captain, dread setting in.
The captain’s eyes widened in alarm, understanding the severity of the situation.
Valerie moved with haste, his heart pounding in his chest as he and the captain of the guard hurried towards the royal meeting chamber. The captain continuously barked orders, each one calling for more soldiers to follow. The number of soldiers swelled with each corridor they passed, forming a massive army by the time they reached their destination. Valerie’s breaths were labored, his mind racing as he anticipated the confrontation that awaited. He could already envision the proud look on Aldric’s face.
Even his own mother didn’t know. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.
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