The quiet murmur of the palace staff grew louder as Dargan strode through the dimly lit corridor, his polished boots clicking against the stone floor.
A servant rushed forward, pale and anxious, clearly tasked with delivering an urgent news. Dargan slowed his pace and glanced at the young man, curious etched on his face. He noticed the servant tremble in his presence, He enjoyed watching how the servants always trembled before him.
"Speak," Dargan said, his voice calm and composed. "What news do you bring me this time?"
The servant swallowed hard, keeping his eyes lowered. "My lord, there has been new developments in the palace." His words came out in a rush. "An unknown woman was captured by the King's advisor Sevastian. She was immediately taken to the dungeon."
Dargan frowned slightly, his interest piqued. "Unknown woman, you say?"