205 First Hospital

King's office, Bideford.

Riz leaned forward on his throne, his brow furrowed. He questioned with concern. "So, you're saying that someone spotted a fleet of ships entering the gulf in the middle of the night." 

"Yes, Your Majesty." The informant from Durbotes nodded, his voice laced with urgency. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. "After we received the report, I immediately rush here to check if such ships docked at the capital. If not, we believe them to be the enemy's fleet trying to make a covert entry."

Creak—

As the informer finished speaking, the heavy wooden door creaked open.

Charlotte stepped into the office. Her eyes darted between Riz and the informant, her expression mirroring their shared concern.

Riz turned his attention to Charlotte, inquiring for an answer from her. "Did you find any record about the fleet in the port?"