Clint walked fast through the garden path with his jaw clenched and his boots thudding with every step as the anger boiled in his chest and all he could think of was confronting the duke himself.
As he reached the front entrance of the duke's private wing, two knights stepped forward at the tall doorway with their hands on the hilt of their swords and bodies slightly blocking the path.
"Stop right there," one of them said in a firm voice. "Servants are not allowed beyond this point without permission."
Clint didn't even slow down as he narrowed his eyes. "Get out of my way," he snapped. "I need to see the duke!"
The other knight frowned and took a step closer. "What business would someone like you, a lowly servant, have with His Grace?" he said with a mocking tone.
Clint's fists tightened as he gritted his teeth. "I said—get out of my way!"