Raven sat upright in bed, blinking at the unsettling stillness outside. His instincts prickled.
With this group? Silence was a war horn.
He jumped away from the bed and moved to the window, peering out—and there it was.
A procession of royal knights, clad in glinting white and gold armor, stood lined up at the massive front gates of their mansion, their banners fluttering with the insignia of the Velmoria Kingdom.
Three figures were already approaching the gate—Rufus, jogging while somehow talking to Nibbles, who was sitting on his head today; Alex, cracking his neck while walking as if he had just gotten out of a philosophical nap; and Jake, silently materializing from a nearby shadow, already inspecting the knights for threats.
"Great," Raven muttered. "Knights. If they are here this early in the morning, it's either taxes or trouble."
The second was most likely.
