The tension in Prince Adrian's expression was palpable as he strode through the grand palace corridors, Sir Cedric trailing closely behind him. The ornate chandeliers above cast their golden light on the red and gold carpeting, but Adrian barely noticed the grandeur. His mind was racing.
"Have you informed Duke Aldridge of the meeting?" Adrian asked, his voice steady, but with an edge of irritation.
"Yes, Your Highness," Sir Cedric replied. "They are on their way. I believe we should expect them within the hour."
Adrian nodded sharply, his jaw clenched. "Good."
He pushed open the heavy oak doors to his office and sank into the chair behind his desk. The room, lined with tall shelves of books and maps of the kingdom, seemed to close in around him. Cedric positioned himself to the side, as always, a steady presence.
"Are you certain about this decision, my Prince?" Cedric ventured, breaking the silence.