LIAM'S POV:
The heavy thud of the Crown Prince’s boots against the marble floor echoed like a funeral drum. He didn't just walk; he stormed into the hall, his face a pale mask of revulsion and triumph. In his trembling hand, he held a scroll that seemed to weigh more than lead.
"Royal Father," he began, his voice cracking slightly under the weight of his discovery. "The rot is deeper than we feared. At Marquess Calder’s manor, we found... a sanctuary of filth. High-ranking officials, men who sat at your table, were found slaughtered to fuel demonic rituals drawn in human blood upon the walls. As for Grand Duke Bennet... his estate is a hollow shell. Not a soul remains."
He handed the list of the deceased to the Emperor. I watched Theodore’s eyes scan the names, his grip tightening until
