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.

Ambrose promptly kneeled, saluting respectfully without fully grasping the situation. Typically, Rufus would allow him to rise

Linden, do you understand why I summoned you in the middle of

not, Your Highness. Please enlighten me,” Ambrose replied, swallowing nervously. He could

Rufus snatched a letter from his desk and tossed it at Ambrose’s feet. As Ambrose reviewed

I’m innocent! This is a baseless accusation! A deliberate attempt to tarnish my name!

help but roll his eyes. He knew this wouldn’t work from

sneered. “Seems like you and Reuben are cut from the

wayward, he would never commit such atrocities, let alone

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perhaps His Highness may show mercy,” Reuben suggested with a mournful

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

this was clearly Reuben’s attempt to drag him down. In such a situation, he naturally