There was silence.
Every face in the chamber turned to look at this lean, muscular built teenager who had just waltzed in like he owned the place.
The silence lasted maybe four seconds, which in a room full of senior knights and cabinet members was approximately four seconds longer than Noah had expected. Then everyone spoke at once.
"Remove him."
"Who let a recruit into the—"
"Garrison patrol doesn't cover this wing, how did he—"
"Someone get Ser Aldous—"
The garrison knight who had shown them the circuit was already moving toward Noah with the expression of a man performing a task he found embarrassing. Noah did not move. He looked at the king across the twelve people between them and kept his eyes there.
King Aldren raised one hand.
