After the king dismissed them, he turned away in silence and left the grand throne room through the gilded doors that led to his private chambers. His thoughts were heavy, burdened by the weight of uncertainty and the knowledge that the very foundation of his court might already be compromised. The golden hem of his robe swept over the polished floors, disappearing behind the closing doors.
Lucas and Henrietta walked slowly through the dimly lit halls of the palace, the silence between them filled with unspoken thoughts.
Henrietta finally broke the silence, "I'm going to start putting more eyes on Marquess Scott. Every movement, every conversation, every subtle shift in his behavior. I want to know about it."
Lucas glanced at her briefly and gave a slight nod. "That's smart," he said, his tone even and thoughtful.
