Mason got to his feet, watching his brother in confusion. He crossed the floor and snatched the letter from Daniel's hand. Pacing back and forth, he read and reread the words with a frown on his face.
Ilona waited impatiently for him to explain. The King of The Red Lands wanted him? The Prince? It made no sense.
At last, Mason dropped back into his plush seat and slumped over, letting his head rest in his hands. He sat there for a long time, leaving the others on edge as they waited for an explanation.
"Mason, what is it?" the Duchess asked quietly, "What on earth does the King of The Red Lands want with you?"
The handsome prince looked up at his older brother, who sighed and nodded. Mason leaned over and held out the letter to Vincent. The Duke took it and sat back to read it. Meanwhile, Mason propped his elbows on his knees and dropped his face into his hands again. Daniel pressed his palms to his eyes as if he was just as tired as his sleep-deprived younger brother.
