Landon Solveil walked into the incarceration facility wearing the kind of fury that made stone hum.
The Master Healer had tried to stop him twice. Neither attempt survived contact with a man whose eyes were strobing gold and whose body was running a fever that should have kept him horizontal and was instead propelling him through corridors at a pace that left two Kingsguard officers jogging to keep up.
The intake officer behind the counter looked up.
Then he stood up.
Then he knocked his chair over standing up because the King of Light was standing in his lobby with molten eyes and energy radiating off his skin in visible waves and the intake officer had been working this post for nine years and had never once seen his sovereign inside this building.
"Your Majesty, I—"
"Take me to her."
The officer opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"Take me to her NOW."
