Thes travel to the castle was a mere blurry memory for Vincent. All he could think was of Azolla with the lingering fear of his own kingdom's doom as he made haste toward the Castle. He had no proof of such news. All but that letter, which was now in the authority's hand, and his Queen's ruby crest he carried with his official identification.
Before he knew it, the soldiers escorted him to the castle grounds.
"The king can not delay any further the matter. You have been ordered to have an audience with the King himself this afternoon."
Vincent nodded as the royal courtier announced his Majesty's command.
"Please refresh yourself in your quarters. Matthew will escort you."
"Pretty hostile greeting for the man of a foreign kingdom. Trespasser, as we can say it.."
The guards behind V
