Greed.
That was one, out of many words Nathan could use to describe the ministers who talked about his debut on the other side of the door, inside the meeting room.
It had been a long while since he'd last been in the Capital.
Arriving quietly the previous day only reminded him how different it was from the South and all the other regions. The Capital was busier, colder and deadlier.
Two assassins had tried to kill him on his way here. They failed, of course.
"We hope all proceeds smoothly tonight, Your Majesty." One of the ministers said, and that was when Nathan realized the meeting was ending.
Silently, he slipped behind a pillar, blending into the shadows using one of the abilities he possessed from his curse.
Camouflage.
He could merge with darkness itself once night drew close.
When the last of the ministers shuffled out, Nathan emerged, crossing the polished floor with the unhurried confidence expected of the Crown Prince of the Keres Empire.
