"Your Majesty"
Raising hand, the marquess Espen requests for permit to speak. Earning a nod back from Verena. "Grand general Ken Frawley has yet to notify his arrival in the Kingdom, Your Majesty. It is the seventh day since he has left. If he does not arrive by today, I fear the festival..."
He quiets down. Somehow, his eyes embrace the hint of fright unlike the time when he was badmouthing about Verena behind the abandoned chamber. Scaredy cat he is. I cannot believe such people exist still. "Have you inspected the list of every gate?" Verena throws a query.
A slight frown tugs across her face. "Yes, Your Majesty. The gate guards claim grand general has not returned since the day he has left. The festival might fall into ruin if he does not appear" The marquess expresses his so-called concern. "The festival cannot go wrong"