The moment Leonor and Quinn were out of the throne room and elsewhere, Stephano's face hardened when it was only him, the duke, and a few guards left. His mood to joke was fleeting.
"Shall we go into my study?" King Stephano asked although he wasn't really asking. His tone and expression communicated as much. "I would feel more at ease in a smaller space."
Desmond nodded.
"Of course, Your Majesty," Desmond said.
As they went down a long hallway boasting fine art and pristinely taken care of space, crystal windows, lit-up chandeliers, and intricate rugs, it would seem that King Stephano was flexing the wealth of the Royal Family.
However, Desmond knew that wasn't the case. After living in the palace for months, he knew that every inch of the space was well taken care of. There was staff for every task that needed to be done and help was constantly around the corner.
