Chapter 128
Jack
Russell called for me.
Not the king, not a steward, not a random advisor who wants to dump a twenty-page file in my hands—
Russell.
My oldest sibling, the crown prince, the one person in this palace who actually feels… normal.
So here I am, navigating this ridiculous maze of corridors again.
Honestly, this place is massive. A full estate disguised as a residence. I'm pretty sure I walked a whole marathon just trying to get here. No wonder family members barely run into each other—it's practically a small city.
I climb one last ornate staircase, turn down a hallway lined with portraits of extremely judgmental-looking ancestors, and finally reach the entrance to Russell's wing.
Behind me, Peter follows like my own personal shadow. At this point he's attached to me so permanently I barely even register his presence anymore. I swear he materializes when I blink.
