Arlan was busy in his study while Oriana slept peacefully in their chamber, exhausted from their time together.
Imbert and Rafal stood by his side, discussing important matters.
"...Lord Nathanial will ensure Alex doesn't return until Marquis Mortimer leaves the capital."
"Only Nathanial can hold him back," Arlan commented, running his finger along the sword on his desk, a gift from Luis. "Anything else?"
"Yes, Your Highness," Imbert said. "There has been a mysterious group active in the capital for a while."
Arlan raised an eyebrow. "For a while? Why haven't I heard about it yet?"
"Your Highness has been busy," Imbert hinted at the incidents since Arlan's wedding. "So Alex preferred to handle it himself until we had more information."
"Got the information then?"
"Not much, as they are acting very discreetly. However, they've been more active in the past few days."
