Duke Elliot bowed his head, his eyes glued to the floor. He dared not gaze at the prince.
"Your home is a replica of the ministry you would build, and I must say, it is nothing of what we are looking for."
Duke Elliot's thin lips parted, but no words came out. His body trembled. This was his breakthrough point, a moment he had prepared for the longest time.
It was never about supporting Queen Melissa but about building a legacy for himself. He had seen success, but unfortunately, his dreams came crashing down before he could grasp them.
"But my prince... I... I..." Duke Elliot had nothing else, nothing but his ego, which had been trampled.
"Next," Theron hissed, then turned to the tired Rowan.
Rowan sighed and turned to Minister Rosmere, who stood ready for further orders.
"We shall continue tomorrow, and do make sure Queen Elena is given a splendid farewell greeting."
