It took minutes before Joaquin finally noticed Roman's presence. The moment he turned his head and caught the shock plastered on the seventh prince's face, Joaquin tossed the seal to him. Roman caught it on instinct even though his brain was trying to process how Joaquin got a hold of this seal.
"What do you think, Roman?" he asked, retrieving his feet on the desk to sit properly. "What should we do with this?"
Roman gazed at the seal in his hand. "Your Highness, how did you…?" he looked up with furrowed brows.
"Does it matter?" Joaquin laughed as he leaned back. "How I got it or from whom I got it does not matter, Rome."
Roman remained silent as he watched Joaquin hum. The latter was tapping his fingers against the armrest, lips pressed, pondering about something.
