as more golden guards emerged, spreading in different directions, some barking orders at the others. They were giving each other instructions—check the east wing, go up a level, cover the west wing, check the south entrances, and so on. Something had happened, and based on the befuddled look on Kalon’s face, we were both out of the loop.
“What’s going on?” I asked, feeling my skin tingle, a nervous feeling creeping its way into my consciousness.
“I’m not sure,” he muttered.
We made it into our chambers’ hallway, where Valaine and Tristan were waiting. They both seemed shaken up. There was a body on the floor, clad in black, blood pooling beneath him. Two golden guards split from a small group patrolling this section, carrying a gurney. They loaded the body onto it, while Kalon and I rushed toward Valaine and Tristan.
“What happened?” Kalon asked Valaine.
Her arms were crossed, her eyes were dark with anger, and her lower lip quivered, ever so slightly. “Darklings,” she said. “They made it inside the palace.”
Kalon didn’t say a word at first, but I could tell that he was appalled. He didn’t hide his revulsion, and rage made his hands shake a little. He looked at my brother. “Were you here?”
Tristan nodded. “They came from behind. Four of them.”
“Did they say anything?” Kalon replied.
“Hold on,” I said, moving closer to my brother. “Are you okay, Tristan?”
“Yeah, I am, don’t worry.” He sighed. “We both got off easy, just a few scratches that have already healed.”
“It could’ve been worse, but Tristan here is an excellent fighter,” Valaine said. “He took one of them down.”
We all stared at the dead fiend as the guards carried him away. “Where are they taking him?” I asked.
“One of the spare study rooms. Our physicians will try to find out who he is, or at least where he comes from,” Valaine said.
“Why did they attack you? What are Darklings?” I insisted. I had too many questions, but I tried to focus on the main ones for the time being, as my heart thundered angrily, wrestling with my ribcage. My brother had just evaded death, and that was a feeling that always brought out the worst in me, because I hadn’t been around to keep him safe. The one thing that gave me comfort was exactly what Valaine had pointed out: my brother could do well on his own; I just didn’t like it when things got to that point.
Valaine gave me a brief rundown about the Darklings, though it didn’t answer any of the follow-up questions I’d already prepared. The Aeternae had been dealing with them for a long time, but there wasn’t much knowledge about their organization. They were bloodthirsty monsters, that much was undeniable. And they’d managed to sneak into the palace.
“Why did they target you?” I asked Valaine, and she shrugged in return.
“As I was telling Tristan earlier, I honestly don’t know.”
Kalon didn’t say much, but his expression betrayed many emotions. He was well acquainted with the Darklings, but I wasn’t sure to what extent. He didn’t like their intrusion, and he certainly didn’t take well to the idea that they’d tried to kill Valaine.
“Have you summoned your father already?” he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“He’s on his way. As you can imagine, he’s livid,” Valaine replied.
“I can certainly see why,” Kalon said. “Let me take you to the throne room. We must speak to the lord and lady at once. It cannot wait until the morning.”
“Might as well call an emergency council meeting,” Valaine said.
“You’re damn right we’re calling an emergency council meeting. The Darklings just tried to kill you!” Kalon snapped. “Come, I’ll walk with you.”
A sense of urgency gripped my throat. “Kalon. Would you like us to do anything? Do you need our help?”
He and Valaine stopped for a moment, as he turned around to look at me. “Go to bed, Esme. It’s late, and you should rest,” he said. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Maybe we could—” My brother tried to offer his assistance, but Kalon cut him off.
“With all due respect, this is a matter pertaining to the Aeternae’s governance. It doesn’t concern you. Please, go to your chambers and lock your doors. There will be additional guards on patrol throughout the night, for everyone’s safety.”
Kalon and Valaine walked away, leaving me with Tristan outside my door. A few minutes passed in tense and heavy silence as we listened to the voices echoing through the palace. The search for the Darklings was still ongoing, but I