Cedric
My phone buzzed with a new email. When I opened it, the sender made my jaw tighten.
From: Office of the Royal Household
They wanted me at the palace tomorrow morning for an interview and evaluation concerning the King’s personal guard position. They included the exact dress code (black suit, white shirt, formal shoes — no exceptions), the entrance gate I should use, and the exact time: 8:00 a.m. sharp.
I sighed deeply and leaned back in my chair.
I had already promised myself I would go see my sister tomorrow. I hadn’t visited her in two weeks, and it was eating at me. No matter what, I was going to the hospital. Job or no job. Only a miracle would make me change my mind.
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I woke up early, earlier than my alarm, which had been happening more often lately when something was
