"Francis!" James's voice held a mixture of urgency and secrecy, the syllables punctuating the silence of the night. The prince's presence was enigmatic, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit into the larger picture of the camp's activities.
"Your royal highness!" Francis's response was automatic—a respectful acknowledgment of James's status. His initial shock gradually shifted into a sense of intrigue and curiosity. Why would the second prince be following him in the dead of night? The question loomed large, yet Francis hesitated to voice it aloud.
James stepped forward, emerging from the shroud of darkness that had veiled his presence. His expression was a mosaic of emotions, a blend of determination, and an underlying motive that eluded Francis's grasp. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his features, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.
