The tension in the air fizzed out as the group dispersed, their goal accomplished. The prince strode away, his entourage of Crestfall family members trailing close behind, heads held high with pride.
Whispers and murmurs filled the air as the remaining attendees dispersed, each with their own plans and motives.
"What should we do with his body?" One of the members of the Redmont family asked.
"Let me take it home; I want to bring it in to skin him alive and display it on my shelves," Harold said.
"No... I will take it with me; I had the strongest bond with him." Thomas interrupted.
"And yet you were the demise of them." A member of the Balthazar family spoke.
Thomas glanced towards Yelena.
She sighed, "He was my son; let Thomas take care of him."
*Tsk*
Harold's expression showed he was not happy with the decision.
