My father, the perpetually youthful Duke, was detained!
I mean, not literally thrown into prison with handcuffs, but he was held back at the palace for "important business" while I... I was sent home like an overly complicated piece of evidence!
Haa... Old people, they always have their own dramatic ways. Instead of taking me along to face the storm, he asked me to go home first, accompanied by my two brothers. And here we are now, the trio or rather, two bodyguards and one prisoner heading to the execution grounds.
The carriage ride home to the Hohenberg Residence felt like a funeral procession for my future. The atmosphere inside the carriage was so silent I could hear my own eyelashes rubbing together. I was sandwiched between my two brothers: Maxmillian, whose face was as stiff as a marble statue in the garden, and Dominic, whose eyes were sending Morse code of reprimand that even a blind person could read.
