"No, I have to do something. It is either now or never. Amir has to die." Prince Tristan said to himself, his eyes brimming with a murderous intent.
Just then, Tristan heard a knock on the door and in came the manor butler, holding a tray of more drinks and delicious treats
"Your Highness, young Lord Malik will join you in ten minutes." The butler announced as he dropped the tray on the table. Please help yourself to more treats.
"Thank you." Prince Tristan waved his hand dismissively and the butler left the study. He took a quick glance at his golden custom-made wristwatch and realized that he had been waiting for over an hour.
"How dare Malik keep me waiting for this long." Tristan's forehead furrowed. He went back to his seat and poured himself another glass of drink. "He had better had a good explanation for keeping his future king waiting."
