Folding the slip of paper closed, the words within tumbled unrelentlessly through the weighted thoughts of Rhaedin. 'Captain Rhaedin, your presence is important and is hurriedly needed. Please come to Kvechuk at the request of King Farynrr. A meeting will be held in the council chambers, please assemble at the Castle upon arrival. The guard will be expecting you.' Those words crossed beneath her pallid eyes a mere fortnight ago. She had come away from the capital city of Ilselana as soon as the letter graced her hands.
Riding alone upon horseback, Rhaedin made it to Angard with promptness. She had heard rumors that King Farynrr had been ailing. Yet his illness was not spoke of. None knew what he ailed from. There was evidence as she rode through the country side, that his people were praying for him. Many erected burning pyres, praying to Anora. Others sacrificed animals to Sarmon.
When she reached Kvechuk, she was greeted by the rising castle spires that dominated the city. The village that resided outside the castle fortress was immense with sprawling districts and large plazas. She had traveled to Cherod before but Angard held a different flame than their flamboyant counterparts. Upon approaching the castle walls that towered before her, Rhaedin spotted four pikeman.
"Hail brothers. I am Captain Rhaedin of the Royal Guard." She called from her steed.
"Hail Captain! You may pass through. We have awaited your arrival." Called one of the pikeman. A gesture was made and the iron gate receded up. Here, Rhaedin dismounted, her steed taken to the stables, was led into the castle courtyard by the same pikeman who greeted her. There a young page bowed to her.
"Chancellor Nehmor is awaiting you in the council chambers. Please follow me." Rhaedin would not protest, for that was why she was here. The pageboy led her up the white stone steps, and pushed open the heavy wooden doors. The castle greeted her with much beauty. Fur rugs graced her feet, and woven tapestries lined the white walls. As she followed her host down a wide hallway, she gazed upon a strange tapestry of a unicorn that was lone, and forlorn. She let it pass, but the image struck her as odd.
"The Chancellor will arrive once the others have done so." Said the pageboy as he opened another set of wooden doors, after leading the battle-ready clad captain up a flight of stairs. Within the room was a long table made from the same dark wood as of the doors. There were 2 benches and 1 chair which was seated at the head of the table. Upon the table were bowls of fruits, and pitchers of wine and water. Rhaedin's eyes landed upon a window that faced the courtyard. She unlatched the window and pushed it open. Others? How many more were to join them? And who were they. Leaning against the sill, she gazed down into the courtyard, waiting ever so patiently.