Damien's POV
"What's wrong?" I asked him as I began to walk rapidly down the king aisle.
"I've heard a report from one of the men that the border was attacked, the northern border to be precise. I don't know the details, yet but the commander and the rest of the elders are waiting in the council room." Raymond struggled to catch up.
Shit. Just five minutes of peace and my enemies were already on the move.
"Prepare the fastest horses we have with the best of my men. Then wait for me."
Raymond bowed his head and turned to the next corridor to do his duties. I continued to the large council room.
The guards pushed open the doors to the council room and all officers inside had their eyes on me as I walked in.
"Let's cut the formalities, how many have been attacked? What's the severity of the situation?" I asked as I made my way to my seat at the head of the table.