"Duke Miller! What's wrong with you?"
Prince William rushed toward the corpse, his face painted with shock and urgency.
Earl Evan, watching the display, shook his head and smirked. "Your Highness, your acting could use some work. Truly dreadful."
Prince William ignored the jab and spun toward the guards. "These two killed Duke Miller! Arrest them immediately!"
"Yes, sir!" the guards responded in unison, drawing their swords and closing in on the Pros siblings.
Bang!
Anna unsheathed the massive broadsword strapped to her back and slammed it into the ground, the impact echoing through the hall. Her voice was a growl, brimming with fury. "Come on then! Let's see who dies first!"
Earl Evan placed a calming hand on her shoulder and shook his head. "No, Anna. There's no need for that."
"But, brother," Anna protested, her eyes blazing. "They're framing us!"
