Northern stayed still and observed as the soldiers approached the King. The atmosphere was stiff, charged with something unspoken. It was easy to guess that something was wrong.
But he did not want to guess that. In fact, he suddenly felt the wholesome spirit of optimism drench him like a downpour.
'They certainly aren't in trouble. It's good news, they're sharing good news. The atmosphere is like this because the news is so good—too good to be true, really.'
He turned away, putting one hand over Ellis's shoulder, the other over Shae's—who glanced at him, honored and awed to be touched in such a friendly manner. Northern didn't even notice.
"Let's go, guys. The long road awaits us."
"WHAT?! Envoys from the Empire?!"
Even if he wanted to ignore it, the King's throat was apparently equipped with powerful voice projectors.
Northern grimaced and paused.
'Envoys from the Empire?'
