Cain did not answer immediately.
There were moments when agreement became confession, and Cain had inherited enough from Felix to recognize them before stepping into the noose.
The communication officer remained bowed over her terminal, fingers suspended above the keys. The two security aides near the inner doors had turned into statues dressed in black. Even the financial clerk, who had no business understanding anything beyond numbers, had gone pale with the sickened intuition of a man realizing he was present for history before it became official.
Felix looked at them one by one, ensuring that they all understood that their Grand Duke was plotting to assassinate the king and blame it on the Agaron delegation.
Felix returned to his chair and placed one hand over the back of it and looked at the projection still glowing above his desk.
Agaron imperial household confirms no objection to the Crown Prince's private marital arrangements. Further commentary deemed unnecessary.
