The emergency meeting was held in the basement of House Renlor's estate, away from prying eyes and ears.
The atmosphere was heavy, thick with anxiety and the scent of fear. Nobles from the houses involved in the sabotage sat around a long table, their faces pale, voices hushed.
"He returned. And he went straight to the crown prince. That alone should tell us that he's going to act soon."
Count Valric said, voice trembling.
"He looked furious. "My spies said Kyle didn't speak to a single soul on the way in. That's not good. When he's quiet, he's dangerous."
Added Lady Senra, wringing her gloved hands.
All eyes turned to Duke Terevin at the head of the table. His expression was calm, though his eyes gleamed coldly in the dim light.
"Panic helps no one. Kyle Armstrong is dangerous, yes. But he is still one man. The crown prince cannot allow him to act as he pleases without consequence. Authority must be upheld, and Mikalius knows that."
