'Sh*t. King Kessel and Lord Hansen... The kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department?'
Thales clenched his fist subconsciously and glanced in the direction where the Royal Guards were. They became smaller as they moved into the distance.
Perhaps it was the mention of the king, or the frightening reputation of the Secret Intelligence, but once the cavalier's voice traveled into the air, a hubbub broke out among the hundreds of cavaliers under Roman's command—including the watcher at the perimeter and the men on standby.
The two cavaliers of the Secret Intelligence Department drew closer, but there were not just the two of them; a dozen men followed behind and rode towards them.
As soon as Thales realized what was going on, his face paled. He turned towards Roman, who stood in the distance.
"Hey, pretty bo-I mean, Williams!" he shouted. His voice was filled with panic. "Maybe I can stall them with my status as the prince..."
