Chapter 12 Beating Heart

• The guard whom I recalled seeing while serving breakfast, and on different occasions stood at the dining, his face contorted in rage as he held a knife to Kael’s throat.
• The blade shimmered in the light like it had been filed continuously for days, dangerously close to Kael’s throat. The dining room was in chaos, overturned chairs and shattered plates littering the floor.
• I stood frozen, trying to process what was happening. This was a direct attack, an assassination attempt. But why?