Vincent's footsteps fell heavy behind Cassian and Dorian as they made their way through the winding corridors of the palace. His mind raced with countless thoughts.
damn! He had to find out about them. What they are going to discuss, it should not be late. He had to do something before everything repeated like the previous time.
As he rounded another corner, his brow furrowed in determination. Just a little closer, and he would overhear what they were discussing.
He could picture the scene: Dorian's authoritative tone, Cassian's hesitant replies. The thought of Dorian's softened gaze on Cassian made his gut churn.
But just as Vincent was about to catch up to them, a voice rang out from behind, cutting through the air like a blade.
"Prince Vincent!"
Vincent halted mid-step, his irritation flaring at the interruption. He turned to find one of the royal advisors from his kingdom standing there and looking rather flustered.
