They waited for a few seconds before the elevator doors opened. Without another word, they stepped inside, and the doors slid shut behind them with a soft metallic hiss.
Lory sat in her wheelchair with her arms resting on the armrests. Fredhardt stood behind her, one hand on the handles while the other scrolled through his phone, checking the latest reports. Beside them, Lucas remained silent, his expression calm and composed, carrying the dignified bearing expected of a king.
A moment later, the elevator began its descent.
The numbers above the door steadily dropped until they finally reached a special floor deep beneath the palace, the Royal Secret Headquarters.
