"My Prince, my Prince," the servant called out, bowing low as he approached. "You have been summoned immediately."
Prince turned, his sharp gaze meeting the servant's. "What is it?" he asked curtly, his voice betraying no emotion.
"The king wishes to meet with you."
Prince's eyes narrowed. The man he longed to destroy, the source of his vengeance, had summoned him. The one person holding the answers to his pain. This was unexpected.
"Very well," Prince said, masking the storm of emotions brewing within him. "I will appear before the king."
Straightening his coat, he began his descent down the grand corridor. Servants flanked him as he walked, their quiet footsteps echoing against the marble floors. His thoughts raced, dissecting every possibility. Was this a trap? A test? Or worse, some manipulation meant to unnerve him further?
Halfway down the staircase, a familiar figure intercepted him.
