"The First Prince has arrived!"
In front of the palace, where people crowded to observe, the man stepped onto the red carpet without anything to get help from. The sight of Elio Faxon walking towards the saint on his own, left everyone speechless. They all could gasp. The surprise was too much.
Too much to handle. The King, Nolan's eyes widened as soon as his son placed the feet on red carpet with no wheelchair to lean on. "I fucking knew it!" Through gritted teeth, Isleen mumbled to herself. Eamon remained calm somehow since he was aware of the fact from the start.
The Queen even had to grip onto the throne she was sitting on, due to shock. How could this be occurring?! All the stunned expressions across people's faces had never been this satisfying for Elio to witness. His lips curved up into a smirk. What a gratifying reaction.
