Once everyone else had filed out of the room, George lifted his gaze to the last person left in the hall. "You too. Leave."
Alfred's brows furrowed tightly, his face slack with disbelief. "Father?"
George didn't repeat his order. He simply fixed him with a heavy, unyielding stare, his stance unshakable.
Alfred shot Leopold a vicious glare, resentment curdling in his chest, but he had no choice but to turn on his heel and storm out of the front hall.
The room went so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
George slowly rose from his seat, his footsteps steady and purposeful as he walked right up to Leopold. "How many years has it been since you and Gisela were married, my lord?"
Leopold froze for a split second, then answered honestly. "Five full years."
"And how has she treated you
