The first light of dawn crept into the sky as Aria made her way to Prince Damien’s private chambers. She moved quickly, the scroll hidden securely within her cloak. The palace was beginning to stir, with servants starting their morning routines, but Aria’s thoughts were fixed on what she had uncovered.
When she reached Damien’s door, she hesitated for a moment, then knocked softly. It took only a few seconds before the door opened, and Damien stood before her, still dressed in the dark clothes from the night before. His expression was a mixture of concern and curiosity.
“Aria?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s happened?”
“I found something,” she whispered urgently, stepping inside. “We need to talk.”
He closed the door behind her, and they moved to the small sitting area near the window. Aria pulled out the scroll, laying it carefully on the table between them. Damien’s eyes narrowed as he took in the seal, recognizing it instantly.