The next morning, Caspian arrived at the castle way before Zenon and the others who went together with him. He was so eager to catch Anastasia in her bed that he flew from the border at the highest speed possible, and reached the castle when the natural light was still scarce.
However, unlike what he had expected, he was welcomed with a piece of bad news.
“Your Majesty, I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news.” Percy met the King at the main gate of the castle and lowered his head in front of the King.
Caspian instantly frowned when Percy came in between him and his beloved. He looked at the window of the Queen’s bedchamber and asked with haste, “Tell me what it is in one sentence. I don’t wish to spend much time listening to some bad news this early in the morning, especially when I haven’t slept for the whole night.”
Percy heaved a deep sigh and held his arms behind his back. He was ready to get beaten to a pulp by the King in a fit of his rage.