Every servant he passed either scurried away or darted their gazes away. They were wary of him, ever since they saw what he was capable of with a blade in his hand. They were right to be wary, especially those who knew what he truly was.
Their fear didn't stop them from whispering hushed words behind his back.
As he stepped into the grand foyer, his hand shot out and grabbed a young male servant by the arm before he could scurry away like the others.
" Where is she?" Exhaustion from the day's events made it hard to keep the harshness from his voice. He had a short temper on the best of days but he was always in a foul mood when he was surrounded by the palace walls.
The boy's adams apple bobbed with a swallow. " I…I…"
