Kael stood at the window of his study, gazing out at the bustling courtyard below.
He turned back to his desk, maps and reports spread out before him, detailing troop placements, resource allocations, and trade agreements.
He was just about to dive into the day's work when the door burst open.
Gerald entered in a rush, his usually composed demeanor replaced with visible tension.
His brow was furrowed, and his steps were brisk as he approached Kael.
"My lord," Gerald began, his voice tight with urgency. "We have received word, urgent word. The King's messenger is en route to Vortan Keep. He is expected to arrive by midnight."
Kael's eyes narrowed, his posture stiffening. "The King's messenger? Why now? What news could require such urgency?"