When Prince Carl of Mbuzuoria arrived at the palace, he had barely stepped off the carriage when a guard informed him that his father had summoned him immediately. Caledon instantly, knew something was wrong, they're in trouble.
He stole a glance at the prince. He expected to see some hint of worry, maybe even regret. But what he saw instead made his heart skip a beat.
Carl was smirking, his lips curling into a sly grin that betrayed none of the fear or anxiety Caledon had anticipated. It was as though he relished the confrontation awaiting him. Caledon furrowed his brow in confusion, unsure of what was going on in Carl's mind.
"What is he thinking?" Caledon wondered, his throat tightening with dread.
Carl's calm unnerved him. After all, they had failed to execute the assassination at the Zephyros wedding, a plan that had been meticulously crafted for months.
