"I think the seventh prince, Roman, is the mole we've been looking for."
Joaquin was sitting behind his desk, staring at the empty office and listening to the different volumes of silence. His wife's voice would constantly resonate in his head, telling him of things he purposely ignored.
"Violet."
That was the only explanation Aries gave him why she was 'assuming' Roman could be the mole. She told him she had been monitoring and looking out for him, which made sense. Recalling the time with the failure of Ismael's arrest and how things turned around, it wasn't surprising if the crown princess had a general idea of the situation.
"Roman…" Joaquin whispered, blinking ever so tenderly. "… you better prove her wrong."
Knock knock…
The door slowly creaked open after three calm yet distinct knocks. Joaquin kept his eyes ahead, watching the figure entering his vicinity from his peripheral.
