"Master. The remedy seems to have worked. All three princes have distance themselves from that Omega. I thank master for your grace."
Raymon Vye kneeled with his forehead almost touching the floor as the large mass of black smoke shifted and pulsed in front of him. The air felt heavy. Every breath carried the faint scent of something burning.
"Ramona has also come to understand the truth, master, which has made it easier for her to accept Prince Kael. She now knows now that the princes are not her true mates. Yet she is willing to serve master and carry out your will. She hopes the master will consider her devotion and bless her with the one she likes after the Princes have been taken care of."
The smoke swayed, as if studying him.
"I am pleased with the Vye family's loyalty," the voice murmured. "Your devotion will not be forgotten. Continue. Are you certain that it has really worked and the three triplets are not suspicious?"
