Broadswords
Chapter Eight The Quest
It had been twenty four hours since the unexpected knock at Daegon's door. "The prince?" he had parroted, his own jaw dropping to match Birten's. That was far from what he had expected.
"Yes," Birten had said simply, standing awkwardly in the doorway.
It made no sense to Daegon. No member of the royal family made house calls, regardless of the visitee. Even the noblemen and noblewomen were called upon by a third party, middlemen for the king