The prince's hands trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotions within. His mind conjured dark thoughts of betrayal and conspiracy, the fear of losing his position gnawing at his confidence.
He turned to Adam, desperate for denial. "Is it true? Are you really... related to us?"
Adam's silence persisted, his eyes steady as they met Alderic's. There was no need for words; his lack of response spoke volumes.
The weight of that silence pressed heavily on Alderic, his imagination filling in the gaps with worst-case scenarios. The irrational fear of yet another competitor for the throne consumed him, making his body shake.
Rossette, seeing the effect of her words, leaned back with a satisfied smirk. "Your Highness, perhaps you should focus less on Adam's origins and more on your own duties. Worrying about shadows will only distract you from the real threats."
