The morning after, the palace corridors were quiet, servants moved silently between rooms. Fu Ling sat at a carved mahogany desk, quill in hand, sketching possible shipping routes for the next batch of the blood substitute.
His mind wasn't entirely on the task, though. He had a feeling something would happen today.
"Lord Fu Ling," a voice called through.
Fu Ling looked up, eyebrows raised. "Yes?"
A tall man stood at the entrance.
"I require an audience. I was asked to come in directly."
Fu Ling glanced at Cain who shrugged as though saying you asked for this.
Fu Ling turned back to the man, resting his chin on his hand. "And you are?"
"Alec," he replied simply. "Hunter Alec. I come on urgent business."
Fu Ling glanced at Cain again who smiled imperceptibly.
"Very well. You may proceed. Let us hear your words, Alec."
