In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
Within the depths of his gaze lies the key to our dilemma.
"Hurry and tell us! What information do you have concerning the assassination attempt?!" I demanded, my voice laced with urgency and frustration.
Enos's revelation hung in the air, casting a heavy pall over the room. His usual stoicism only added to the tension, leaving us all on edge, desperate for answers.
Enos remained impassive, his expression inscrutable. It was as if he held the key to unraveling the mystery, yet whether he would share it willingly remained uncertain. Each passing moment of his silence only served to intensify the anticipation in the room.
"Are you simply going to stand there and leave us with bated breaths?! This is a serious matter, Enos!" Tychon exclaimed, irritation seeping into his voice as he voiced the collective frustration.
Finally, Enos spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. "The story is rather long and complicated."
My heart quickened at his words, a surge of anticipation coursing through me. This was the moment we had been waiting for—an opportunity to shed light on the shadowy forces at play.
"We have more than enough time if you haven't noticed, brother," Tychon mocked, his tone tinged with impatience.
Beside me, Tychon's gaze sharpened, his usual composure giving way to determination. "What have you uncovered?" He demanded.
Jodis cleared his throat, his voice steady. "If the situation is as complex as you state, Your Highness, then let us have a seat." He called for servants to prepare light refreshments, and soon we were seated across from each other, serious expressions marking our faces as steaming cups of tea and biscuits lay untouched before us.
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Enos's eyes flickered briefly, a subtle shift in his demeanor betraying the gravity of his revelation. "The Duke of Krasta and Duke of Inver orchestrated the plot," He began, his voice steady. "Their goal was to remove Emperor Kiraz from power and install their respective heirs as puppets on the throne."
A collective gasp filled the room, the weight of Enos's words sinking in. Duke Krasta and Duke Inver—the pillars of Vesneau's aristocracy—had conspired to undermine the monarchy itself. The depth of their treachery was staggering, and I felt a surge of anger rising within me.
I wasn't entirely surprised. Suspicions had lingered around those two for some time, and now their betrayal was laid bare before us. My mind raced with memories and connections, piecing together the puzzle of their motives.
Of course...
A laugh bubbled up from within me, wild and uncontrollable. The absurdity of it all struck me—a kingdom built on deceit and betrayal, with power-hungry nobles pulling the strings. At that moment, laughter seemed the only appropriate response to the madness that surrounded us.
