The following morning.
Thomas walked briskly, his boots echoing through the walkway. He was dressed in a deep forest green doublet, and a signet ring glinted on his finger — the mark of his rank.
When he reached Leander’s chamber, the guards standing at attention immediately bowed and stepped aside. The heavy door creaked open, revealing the king seated in a high-backed chair.
He was already dressed for the day.
Leander glanced up, his eyes gleaming under the dim light. “Any progress?” His voice was low and controlled, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his growing impatience.
Thomas bowed briefly before stepping inside. “No, Your Majesty. Lucy still claims ignorance. Not a word has changed from her since the interrogation began.”
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