"I have petitioned the King, you will go home early tomorrow morning."
Randa declared heartlessly.
Aspen immediately refused, "No, I won't go back, I'm not done playing."
Randa coldly stared at him, "Do you think what happened at the coronation wasn't shameful enough? You've really dishonored our Chamburg Royal Family, you must go back, there's no room for negotiation."
Aspen, finding the situation distasteful, was reluctantly led away by the commander of the guard.
Rubbing her aching temples, Randa sighed, "If he stayed any longer, who knows what trouble he might cause."
Samuel walked over with a cup of light tea, a change from her usual preference for strong coffee. Randa seemed to have suddenly developed a taste for light tea."
"Recently, the young prince has grown close to Mr. Cook from Jimenez."
Randa paused, "He is Mr. Cook's brother. Lately, Jimenez's international influence has been growing, while our Chamburg Royal Family has been gradually declining...."
