The next morning, the winter sun rose slowly over the capital city. The pale light reflected off the thick white snow, but the bright morning brought absolutely no warmth to Derek's cold heart. Time was running out. The sun was already in the sky. He had until sunset to come to a decision.
Derek walked quickly through the quiet, carpeted hallways of the royal palace. He wore his military uniform, appearing formal before the king. He reached the carved doors of the King's private chamber.
Two royal guards stood at attention outside. When they saw the Grand Duke, they immediately stood straight and banged their spears against the floor in respect.
"Announce me," Derek said. His voice was tired but firm.
The guard turned and knocked on the heavy wood. He opened the door slightly. "Grand Duke Derek is here to see His Majesty!" the guard called out.
A weak voice from inside gave the order. The door was opened wide, and Derek entered the room.
