Peter, ever observant, seized the moment to voice a concern that had been lingering beneath the surface. "Yes, but where is Francis?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity. The absence of the fourth prince had been notable—a gap in their discussions that had drawn their attention.
As if in response to Peter's inquiry, Francis emerged from the fringes of their surroundings. He appeared with an air of purpose, as though drawn by the mention of his name. With an apologetic smile, he acknowledged his tardiness, his words a respectful acknowledgment of his role within the council.
"Your royal highness," Francis greeted, his voice carrying a touch of formality as he addressed Richard. His head bowed slightly, a sign of deference that highlighted his commitment to their shared cause. The council's unity and purpose were evident in the way Francis seamlessly integrated himself back into their midst.
