Back to another world...
Kastiel paced anxiously in front of the palace, glancing at the clock tower every few seconds. The hands seemed to be moving slower than molasses on a cold day. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kastiel spotted a lone rider galloping towards them on a jet-black steed.
Rowan dismounted his horse with a flourish and shoved the reins into the nearest guard's hands without so much as a "please" or "thank you." It was clear that he had ridden here at breakneck speed, desperate for news about Duke Carlton.
He stormed up to Kastiel, grabbed him by both shoulders, and shook him like a rag doll. Kastiel swore he could hear his teeth rattling in his skull.
"What in the seven hells is going on with Duke Carlton?! Is His Grace alright?!" Rowan barked out between labored breaths.
