Roland was sitting at his desk dumbfounded. He had never expected that someone would dare to commit murder in his castle. If Nightingale had not found the assassins in time, they would have killed him.
Who had plotted the assassination attempt this time? Was it his third sister? Or the other siblings? Why were they so anxious? The Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince would last for five years, and it was only a few months that had passed. Roland slammed the desk in growing agitation. [How outrageous! Can't they just let me get through the winter?]
