"All of you," he growls lowly, in a voice so chilling it would be impossible not to hear. "I expect everyone's attendance in the throne room tomorrow morning at dawn. Recently, there are some of you who would think it funny to spread rumours about my partner, and therefore about my own authority. I expect to find whoever started these rumours at the foot of my dais at dawn, and if I find no-one, I will simply have to find them myself."
The promise and the threat of his words makes my body tingle with a cold, harsh dread that consumes my very being, eating away at my soul. The way he puts it, with such certainty and harsh conviction, it almost makes me wonder if he already knows. Exactly what other powers did he have that would allow him to find such people?