It was nightfall in the palace.
After the long, chaotic day, silence covered the halls like a heavy fog. No soul dared disturb the peace—probably a result of the upheaval that had just unfolded both at the palace and the village square.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much anyone could do. Not when the decision came from the heir himself. No amount of pleading or advice could sway him now, and with Stephen—the new heir—turning completely against them... well, this was only the beginning. Just a tip of the iceberg.
Kayden, who was soaking in a bathtub, didn't appear disturbed by the recent turn of events. In fact, he was beginning to feel confident—confident that Stephen had everything under control.
But that didn't mean he'd let his guard down. Not for a second.
Who knew what could crawl out of the shadows and attack in the middle of the night? And the memory of that mysterious night at the ball still haunted him.
