Meanwhile…
After Ismael was questioned by Roman, the seventh prince, he walked away freely. No one dragged him to the issue anymore as everyone focused on calming the public because of the fire. He had also been busy, although in another way.
Ismael had his people, but the night he needed them the most, most of them turned their backs on him. So now that he emerged from the crown prince's trap, some of them were shamelessly requesting an audience with him.
So, avoiding everyone was what made him busy.
"Brother." He was snapped back to reality when Javier, the fourth prince's voice, rang behind him. "You hadn't visited Carlos."
Standing in front of the shut doors of the third prince's cabinet, Javier gazed at Ismael's back. The latter was standing in front of the window, holding a glass of tea in his hand instead of the usual rum he would drink to keep himself calm.
