An army assembled

(Damien)

I was on my way to see the king when I bumped into someone that I wasn't expecting. I glared at the man who tipped his hat and walked away as if nothing had happened. 

Seeing Phillipe at the door, I noticed how drained he looked. At first, he didn't notice me. But when he did, his face became flushed, maybe from embarrassment. 

"Sir Damien, you're back." He stated. 

"Yes, I'm back," I replied, keeping my eyes on Phillipe. The man I'd bumped into was already fading into the shadows of the corridor, but the unease he left in his wake lingered.

Phillipe shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting around as if searching for an escape. I couldn't help but notice the way his hands trembled slightly as he opened the door. Something was wrong, but this wasn't the place to discuss it. 

"Are you alright?" I asked, a bit concerned that he was acting this way.