The walk through the palace was silent, but Hordin's mind was anything but that. The chaos that kept stirring in his mind was greater than the greatest tempest.
What kind of trouble have I got myself into?
Every step he took only deepened the weight in his chest. The grandeur of the halls barely registered—his focus was locked on the man leading him forward, Lexon. He was the commander of the Vermillion Kingdom's army, the man who had taken him into custody and was now bringing him… where exactly?
Hordin didn't know.
That uncertainty made his fear worse. He knew one thing—he was going to face the King again. That alone was enough to leave his stomach twisted in knots. The last time had been overwhelming, and that was before everything had spiraled further out of control.
And his father.
Hordin swallowed hard. His father would hear of this, and when he did…
The thought alone sent a chill through him.
