But to continue to be good in that department, the Imperial Crown Prince must ensure the required body parts stay attached to him.
And that means dealing with this shit storm.
However, to the surprise of the problem-solving prince, before he could even take the first step toward damage control, his terminal chimed—not just any call. A priority call. One that could not be ignored.
He sighed, shoulders squaring as though stepping onto a battlefield.
Haaa…Here we go…
Father," Xavier answered, voice level, "you called?"
Silence greeted him at first. The kind of silence that meant someone was struggling not to flip a table in a room full of witnesses.
On the other end, the Emperor—his father—was clearly deciding whether to be Emperor or Father first.
Unfortunately, indecision was still a decision, and his son was not the sort to let the silence stretch.
