"The Crown Prince's gift?"
At that point, Count Morholt put a hand over his mouth. He had said too much.
"What do you mean by the Crown Prince's gift, Your Grace?" Evlan asked again, but to his dismay, the Count was prepared to dismiss every question from thereon.
Still bothered, Evlan raked his hair with his fingers. He then closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Throughout his unfortunate life, there were a lot of mysteries that their parents had left behind. When he was living as a slave, he was informed nothing about their fate. When it came down to it, Evlan had gone through a phase where he was the most oblivious of the things that mattered to him.
However, he had no desire to stay ignorant. It was his life, his own. He should be holding the reins from this moment on.
But first, he ought to convince Count Morholt to divulge the truth, someway or another. If not, he should gather more than enough courage to question the Crown Prince.
