**Corrigan’s POV**
"Prince Cornelius has just entered the hall, and the meeting starts as soon as the King goes in, Sir," Leon, my royal guard, informs me as I'm in the midst of shedding my wet shirt. His voice remains steady despite the impatience etched on his face.
"I need to shower first."
"But it's going to be too late by then, Sir," Leon insists, looking genuinely concerned and more stressed than ever. One thing I appreciate about this guard is his bluntness. "Once the King enters, all the doors will be closed, and it will be a hassle to get his guards to open them. Nobody wants to deal with the King's personal guards; they're a real pain."
"I understand, Leon. You mean there's not enough time for me to shower, right? Fine, I'll just change and be out in two minutes." I respond,
