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.

promptly kneeled, saluting respectfully without fully grasping the situation. Typically, Rufus

Linden, do you understand why I summoned you in the middle of the night?” Rufus

me,” Ambrose replied, swallowing nervously.

desk and tossed

A deliberate attempt to tarnish my name! I implore Your Highness

eyes. He knew this wouldn’t work from his own experience. Ambrose had to try

Reuben are cut

never commit such atrocities, let alone form

a misunderstanding.” Rufus redirected his

avail you. Confess, and perhaps His Highness

indignant, “Though I may not be the most talented, I’ve always been honest. I won’t let

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

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