An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

As Ambrose entered the grand hall, the unfolding scene left him utterly stunned.

Rufus, the Prince of West Lucozia, stood imposingly with hands behind his back, an air of displeasure evident on his face. The princess consort, who stood by his side, wore a stern expression.

Albert, the Executioner, maintained a facade of respect, yet his eyes hinted at a concealed threat.

Jaxon, the captain of the royal guards, positioned his hand on the hilt of his blade, subtly indicating preparedness to draw his weapon.

The most surprising sight was Reuben, kneeling on the ground, wearing a panicked expression and bowing repeatedly-a clear portrayal of impending doom.

kneeled, saluting respectfully without fully grasping the situation. Typically, Rufus would allow him to rise immediately, but this

summoned you in the middle of the night?” Rufus began, echoing his

Please enlighten me,” Ambrose replied, swallowing nervously. He

from his desk and tossed it at Ambrose’s feet. As Ambrose

A deliberate attempt to

his eyes. He knew this wouldn’t work from his own experience.

cut from the same cloth. You’ll

may be wayward, he would never commit such atrocities, let

Vern, enlighten him on whether there’s a

won’t avail you. Confess, and perhaps His Highness may

What nonsense are you spouting?” Ambrose retorted, indignant, “Though I may not be the most talented, I’ve

Reuben’s attempt to drag him down. In such a situation, he naturally wouldn’t