12

As the guard’s knuckles rapped against the door, a jolt of anticipation surged through my veins. Eager to ensure our safety and ascertain the guard’s true intentions, I hurriedly approached the door, my heart pounding with a mix of caution and curiosity.

“Who goes there?” I inquired, my voice laced with a tinge of urgency. “State your purpose and identity.”

The guard, clad in a resplendent uniform adorned with the royal crest, straightened his posture and offered a respectful nod. “I apologize for the intrusion, sir. I have been sent by King Edward himself. He requests the pleasure of an audience with you and Lady Agnes.”

A flicker of surprise crossed my face as I exchanged a brief glance with Agnes, who stood nearby. The request for an audience from the king was unexpected, but it also presented an opportunity to gauge his intentions and potentially gather valuable information.

“Please, give us a moment,” I replied, my voice calm yet tinged with curiosity. “We will be ready to join K