It was him.
It was actually him.
Caelen.
The Caelen.
The one Korenea had long dubbed "the nation's prince."
And he looked the part.
He stood tall with an effortless kind of presence, his expression calm, almost gentle, as he entered the room.
His team—Arman, Punzo, and Jabby—immediately stepped aside, forming a clear path for their leader.
Eli couldn't take his eyes off him.
Caelen's steps were quiet, measured. Even his movements seemed rehearsed in perfection.
He walked with such purpose that Eli found himself unconsciously straightening, eyes wide as Caelen stopped directly in front of him.
Eli looked up.
'He's…'
More intimidating in person than he ever expected.
"I apologize for resorting to such measures," Caelen said, voice as smooth as it was precise. "And for keeping you in Lion's Fang's detention room. It's not exactly fitting for someone of your status."
