Sylvester stormed out of the Duke's Solar, knowing very well that he couldn't force the man. Nor was he a divinator who could see what the Duchess was planning. He also feared what hidden military strength the Duke might have as he was also a Crown Prince.
"Oh! Are you done talking, Sylvester?" Isabella eagerly awaited outside, wanting to return and speak with her brother.
Sylvester thoughtfully glanced at her. "We are leaving the castle. Your brother has denied any assistance. He sees this as an opportunity to let King Harold fall to his doom."
"What? But this is bigger than that… Why would he do this? Let me go and talk to him."
Sylvester didn't stop her. "Go ahead, try if you can. Remind him that this isn't just about King Harold but the entire Gracia family. If more noble women die, the Gracia family will lose much of the support it enjoys."
