After wrapping up the day's endless affairs, Zalyric chose to take a solitary ride into the slums, claiming it was merely to check progress and ensure his men carried out his orders.
That was the official reason.
But the truth was more complicated and one he wasn't about to voice—
not even to himself.
Kain and Dylan weren't at his side that evening since both had been dispatched on their own duties which only stirred Evan's nerves further.
The advisor insisted repeatedly that it was far too late for a king to be wandering into such places unguarded. The shadows stretched long across the city and the air was thick with the stench of smoke and poverty.
"Your Majesty, at least wait for an escort," Evan had urged, his voice tight with worry.
