Kynburgh's palace…
Leopold sat with crossed legs on the comfy sofa, his expression ashen as he thought of the progress in Kynburgh.
The kid had successfully gained a majority of the higher-ups' acknowledgment or fear by his imposing act against the alliance.
Hell, they even talked of the ship filled with dead bodies.
This had brought about speculations he didn't like one bit—from him being the incarnation of Kynburgh's first ruler to George Louis Albert, his father, possessing the child. After all, no one had seen the king ever since his proclaimed illness.
'Tch… I'm the oldest son of the Royal family currently available… the rest went on the foolish journey they call adventure…' Leopold snared, recalling how one after the other, his brothers left Kynburgh. As for the females, George Louis Albert only had five feminine children.
Martina, Loretta, Daniella, Eve, and the last one his Mom talked about.
