In the lavish chamber within a castle, Prince Rylan lounged on a grand chair, his expression one of smug satisfaction. Beatrix, Gwendolyn's former handmaiden, stood beside him, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Prince Rylan leaned back, a gleam of triumph in his eyes. "It all worked perfectly, Beatrix. Lord and Lady Breckenridge are no longer a problem. Banished, just as planned."
"I knew you could do it, Your Highness," Beatrix purred, leaning closer.
"You were right, as always," Prince Rylan smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You know, Beatrix, I didn't think it would go this smoothly. Banishing Lord and Lady Breckenridge... I half-expected some sort of resistance. But they went quietly, like sheep to the slaughter."
Beatrix raised an eyebrow. "Well, the plan was perfect, Your Highness. It was foolproof."
