BALCROFT
Hooves clattered a frantic rhythm on the cobblestone as Cedric spurs his horse forward with a bit of urgency.
He weaves his way through the market stalls, narrowly avoiding collision. As he gets past through the gate to the front yard, he hauls back on the rein, hitting the ground almost before the horse had fully stopped.
He dashes in immediately to the courtroom, but seeing the King in a discussion with some of the council members, he stands at the door beside the guards. He pants and dabs the beads of sweat of his forehead with his sleeves.
After some minutes, King Aidan walks out, and swiftly glides to the path leading to the royal quaters.
Cedric follows him, not uttering a word. He steps into his room and Cedric follows him, shutting the door behind him.
Aidan removes his coat, hangs it, and walks to the window looking out over to the gardens while unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt.
He pauses and looks over at the window stand.
