I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
My gaze flickers with all sorts of emotions, but I keep my face expressionless as I stare at the boy who sits before me. He isn't even sixteen years of age, with golden wool-like hair and eyes of azure brilliance, radiating the splendor of the Randalorion Royal Family.
The third and youngest son of King Claudius Randalorion—Claus.
What is he doing here?
"I apologize for coming to see you on such short notice. The truth is, I came here on a secret visit."
Claus' childlike voice echoes in my home, revealing information that makes this matter several times more complicated.
'He came here secretly? For what purpose?' My brows twitch mildly, but I don't speak.
Not yet.
Right now, we're in my private residence on campus.
