Thorne stormed into the palace, the servants jumping in fright at the sight of the king. His jaw was locked tight as he walked straight to his office.
Caelum walked behind him, knowing a storm was brewing up.
The moment the doors to Thorne's office slammed shut, Thorne spun around, his voice cold and sharp.
"What do you mean Varrick is dead?"
Caelum didn't flinch. "We found the body just after dawn. Mauled. Torn apart like an animal attack. The guards think it was rogues."
Thorne's eyes narrowed. "And yet… no rogue activity has been reported. Not one sighting. Not one whisper. Why?"
Caelum shook his head. "I don't know, my king. The townspeople have been quiet. There have been no casualties. No reports of attacks from rebels or rogues. There's no missing livestock."
"And yet Varrick's dead from a supposed rogue attack. That's preposterous," he snarled angrily.
Thorne walked around his desk, hands braced against the edge as he bowed his head slightly, processing.
