The fourth prince didn't look up. He continued cleaning his tools, though the rhythm had faltered. "What do you mean?"
"The child. She mentioned a child." Alterain's voice was sharp, his patience fraying. "Who is he?"
Yves froze for a split second before resuming his task. "It's nothing. He's just the child of someone I know."
"Someone you know?" Alterain's tone darkened. "Who?"
Yves finally looked up, meeting Alterain's intense gaze. His expression was guarded, his lips pressed into a thin line. "He's someone you didn't know even if I tell you," he said quietly. "It's nothing for you to be concerned about."
Alterain studied him for a long moment, his eyes searching Yves's face for any hint of the truth. He wanted to believe him, but there was something in Yves's evasiveness that only fueled his suspicions further.
