Chapter 38: The Prince's Agenda
Levius walked alone through the back streets of the capital, he pulled his hood low. His fine boots splashed through puddles, but he did not care about the mud.
'A crown prince sneaking through filth,' he thought grimly. 'If Father knew, he'd laugh. He'd call me a fool. But he will not laugh when I take his throne.'
Every step tightened his purpose. He had played the dutiful son long enough. His father would never see him as strong, never see him as worthy. So Levius would force him to see it.
At the end of the alley was a weathered door with no sign above it. He knocked three times, paused, then knocked twice more.
The door opened, and a scarred man with a crooked nose looked him up and down. "You're late, your highness."
"Your clock runs too fast," Levius replied coolly, stepping inside.
