"Go on. The king is in his bedroom," she added, voice cold but her posture unwavering.
Talon nodded with respectful silence and stepped forward.
When he opened the doors of the king's chambers, he was greeted by Kyllian's presence.
"Talon!!!" The king's voice was thunderous with surprise, and he turned away from the desk. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his usually stoic features breaking into a grin. With unguarded joy, he strode across the room and wrapped Talon in a tight embrace. "I didn't know you were coming."
"I didn't know either," Talon said as they stepped apart. "But King Damien sent me on an assignment that I thought you would like to know about."
"What is it?"
"I think you may be right to be wary. I was sent to the sorcerer to retrieve this."
Talon reached into the pocket of his coat and produced a small object. As he unwrapped it, the gleam of a whistle caught the light.
"Morvakar?" Kyllian asked.
"Yes."
Talon met his king's gaze squarely.
