Alexander was having his internal battle with his thoughts. He was trying his best not to think about that, but it was constantly bothering his mind. The resemblance was messing up his thoughts.
"Your orders would be followed, your highness." Charles Wilson, bowed his head in acknowledgement.
"I would be increasing the guards and spies and informants around the Palace and capital to find the mole with your permission, your highness." Andrew spoke out, suggesting mildly, while observing Alexander's far away look.
'Something is bothering you, my friend.' He silently thought to himself.
Alexander snapped out of it. Though, he was thinking some other things, he heard one of his General and nodded his head. "That would be good. Everything should lay low. Only the movements to the East should hold the volume. Specially the matters in the Palace. "
Alexander said and the plan was finalized.
