Deacon’s POV
One page after another, I flipped through the reports about the border, reviewing the recent rebuilding progress and maps of reclaimed areas.
I was already halfway through it when Tyson suddenly rushed in, looking quite uneasy.
“Prince…” he called out hesitantly.
Furrowing my brows and feeling the possibility of the seriousness of what he might say, I put down the report, leaned back, crossed my arms, and gave my full attention to him. “What is it?”
His eyes looked side to side for a while before hesitantly saying, “Prince, Miss Elena is here to see you.”
Something within myself rejoices from that news, making me sit up properly and place my hands on the table quickly, a small smile threatening to come from my lips.
“Send her in then, what’s the hold-up?” I asked.
Usua
