Thessara's footsteps echoed through the halls, her face pulled into a scowl, her cloak trailing behind her. She grumbled all the way; she had been preparing to take a well-needed rest when one of Thorne's warriors came barreling into her home. His majesty had called for her.
Why? Why did he only call for her whenever she was about to rest? She paused at the door, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. It was useless. She raised her hand to knock, but no. After calling her for sunny this afternoon, she'd gotten the right to barge in.
And barge in she did. She shoved the door open, her eyes landing on the king who was sitting in his usual position, papers spread across his table and one in his hand.
Thorne looked up, his brows furrowed. "Have you now lost the ability to knock, Thessara?" He asked, leaning back against the chair.
"Yes. Yes, I did," she bit out, looking around. "Who died?" She asked.
Thorne's brows furrowed. "Died? Where?"
