Chuckle Grim (3 of 5) - The Royal Garden

Oliander nearly flipped out of the bed, leaping from the dead of sleep. He scrubbed the crust from his heavy eyes as another blow struck the door, its hinging jolting with him. “Open up! In the name of the king, the mage’s boy, Oliander, is to be escorted to the royal garden at once.”