A hit.
More like several hits.
And by the time the hour was up, all the parties in charge of monitoring news about the Imperial family, including the prince whose identity was hidden, were buzzing.
And if they knew, then how could it possibly be hidden from the ruling couple themselves?
The Empress tried. She truly did. But the moment the holoscreens lit up, a sharp gasp escaped before she could stop it.
Because there, flashing across multiple angles, were photos—no, videos—of her actual son doing something utterly unthinkable.
She leaned forward, rotating the feed this way and that, hoping for even the smallest chance that it was a trick of the light, a fabricated illusion. But however she turned it, there was no mistaking him.
Same white hair. Those piercing azure eyes. That tall, intimidating frame.
