King Calister rode through the capital at full speed, choosing a horse to shorten the distance instead of running on foot. The city around him was in disarray, with crowds still pouring toward the arena from every direction. The streets were packed with people eager to witness the duel between the princes, and the noise of their excitement clashed violently with the dread building inside the king's chest.
He did not slow until he reached Enzo's manor.
The moment his horse came to a halt, Calister dismounted in one swift motion. He did not bother tying the animal or handing the reins to a servant. He simply let the horse stand where it was and strode toward the manor with urgency in every step.
The sight that greeted him made his brows knit at once.
