At this moment, the sound of urgent knocks on the door echoed in the room.
Azrael retracted his hand just in time as Lareina turned towards the door. And she failed to see the veins that had slithered across his tightened fist in a deathly hue.
''My Lady…''
''Come in,'' Hearing Astra's voice, she spoke.
''My Lady, Your Highness,'' Astra's voice was urgent, "Someone from the capital is here and they are carrying the Lord's orders.''
Just as Azrael stood, Astra continued in a softer voice, ''The person has requested both of you to be present.''
Azrael paused, ''Who is it?"
...
"Brother, it was impolite of me but I am merely acting on father's orders.''
Lareina was surprised that the person who had been dispatched to this place was none other than the gentle dispositioned third-prince.