I marched down one endless hallway after another, my shoes clicking impatiently against the polished marble. I asked every passing servant and guard, but barely anyone had seen my husband anywhere.
To be fair, he was already the "shut-in" type on a normal day. He practically lived in his shadows. And since tomorrow was the Grand Convergence, he had to be buried under a mountain of political preparations.
Still, how hard could it be to find the Crown Prince in his own palace?
I finally made my way to his secondary working chamber—the heavily guarded room where he usually handled all the boring Imperial paperwork. I marched right up to the heavy oak doors, but the armored knights stationed there immediately crossed their halberds, shaking their heads.
"His Imperial Highness is not within, Your Imperial Highness," the captain stated stiffly.
Tsk.
I crossed my arms, tapping my foot rapidly against the floor.
