Edward moved toward the prince, who was already giving quiet commands to his soldiers, his voice low but carrying authority. The royal guards snapped to action around him, their armour clinking as they began moving people and dispersing the remaining guests.
"I don't think he—" Edward began, his tone cautious.
The prince cut him off with a sharp gesture. "I know. I share the feeling. No assassin would be foolish enough to leave an ampule in his own pocket." His gaze hardened as it swept across the hall, lingering briefly on the man being dragged away in chains. "But we should still interrogate him. Someone near him was the killer. That ampule was somehow planted in his pocket."
Edward gave a short nod. It was what he suspected as well, though the certainty in the prince's words unsettled him.
"What about the rest of the guests?" he asked.
The prince's jaw tightened. "We can't keep them locked in here any longer. Not with the main suspect already taken in chains."
