Mateo Lucien Solis.
As soon as these three words escaped Aman's lips, an eerie silence blanketed the Royal Court. For several moments, the assembled crowd seemed too stunned to react, as though the weight of what had just been uttered was too much to comprehend. But slowly, the silence began to unravel. A wave of hushed murmurs and whispered conjectures swept through the room like a gust of wind, loud enough to be caught by sharp ears such as those of Aman and Nagaraja Neil. The low-ranking ministers and mid-tier officials were particularly vocal, their whispers carrying both disbelief and outrage.
"Mateo Lucien Solis!"
"The youngest prince of the Solis Clan?! Impossible!"
"How could this happen? How did His Highness even come into contact with him?"
"That's not the point! What matters more is why he would oppose His Highness and take the side of those humans!"
"Hah! What else could you expect from someone of the Solis Dynasty?"
