Shane watched as Hope grabbed the cloak and wore it upon her body, hiding in the shadows. Then she silently followed the other man behind as Max made his way inside the palace. The guards welcomed him with open arms as they all laughed at the young man's misfortune.
The chatter of the soldiers echoed in the background as the two of them continued to walk. Max glanced behind as if he were trying to see something, but a nervous expression appeared on his face when he saw nothing.
Hope scoffed. "This guy's so nervous. How can he ever take over the ruthless, cold guy sitting on the throne?"
"Wasn't this what you wanted from the start?" Shane retorted. "You wanted him to become timid and submissive to your feet. So bam, he's exactly like that. You have got no face to complain."
Hope pursed her lips and said, "Easy for you to say. Come out and plan the destruction of this world. Can you?"
