Evangeline caught his reflection in the glass, her gaze as cold as stagnant ice. "Whatever it is you've uncovered, Chester, that smirk of yours suggests nothing good."
Chester let out a dry, sudden laugh. "On the contrary… I found nothing at all."
One of Evangeline's eyebrows arched—a dangerous, calculated movement. She shifted in her seat, looking at him with a thin, mocking amusement. "There is a vast canyon between 'finding nothing' and 'failing to find it,' Chester. Which one are you claiming?"
Chester stepped closer, closing the distance until he stood directly before her. "There is truly nothing. No trails, no whispers, no stains. He appears to be a common king." He paused, his voice dropping. "Though, if you'll pardon the bluntness, I suspect he's merely a fraud hiding behind a cloak of purity."
