The night was young. The family had been through a lot, but that was only the beginning of the events that would unfold that evening.
In the days leading up to this moment, almost all the visitors who had come to the kingdom had been sent back to their respective realms. Yet, one group remained, standing out among the rest.
Hordin had retreated to his room, using the rare free time he had to communicate with the doll that had become his only companion
He had devised a set of signs to show the doll, which responded with rhythmic taps. In the brief hours he had spent, he had managed to gather intelligence on nearly everyone of importance in the kingdom. The secrets he had uncovered were dangerous—secrets that could cost him his life if discovered.
Despite not possessing any innate abilities, Hordin had sharpened his skill of reading people, learning to discern their weaknesses with just a glance. All with the help of the doll.
