Inside the palace, Emperor Alexander paced restlessly after receiving the news of Prince Kael's return. A rare trace of panic showed on his face.
Deep down, regret flooded his heart. If he had known that Prince Kael would one day stand again, he would never have turned a blind eye to the humiliations the man endured over the past three years.
From the very beginning, Emperor Alexander had known that Prince Kael's background was far from simple. Anyone sent out from a powerful guild would never be ordinary. That was precisely why he had granted Prince Kael the title of prince and ensured he lacked nothing in food or shelter.
Yet as time passed and no improvement appeared, he gradually mistook Prince Kael for nothing more than an illegitimate child cast out to the guild by some martial family of the North, someone whose existence was an eyesore. His attitude had slowly cooled, politeness replaced by indifference.
