Alexander was still in his own Kingdom, patiently waiting for Everard to send a reply to his letter.
Although he had almost believed on his own that there was no way Everard was innocent, he still wanted his friend to defend himself and clarify that the whole thing was simply an unfortunate misunderstanding or probably a step taken by some enemies to pull him down.
Alexander looked out of his bedchamber window which directly overlooked the large gates of the castle. And he melancholically mumbled, “I really hope that you were not in cahoots with those murderers, Eve. Please make me believe that you are not like them. Please…”
The Crown Prince kept on pacing back and forth in his bedchamber. Every time a horseback rider entered the premises of the castle, he would eagerly look out of the window and then wait for the footsteps on the corridor to stop in front of his door.
When the message didn’t arrive as he had expected, Alexander was slowly growing restless.
