Nicholas listens without interruption, his expression straight.
“I want my uncle and his partners in crime comfortable,” I continue. “Relaxed. Unalerted. Let them believe everything is normal tonight… before their downfall tomorrow.”
A slow, knowing nod. “Understood, Your Majesty.”
Nicholas turns and leaves to inform my personal assistant, already moving with quiet efficiency to set everything in motion.
I continue my walk, the night air heavy against my skin.
The plan is solid. Calculated. Ruthless in its precision.
But deep down, I know the truth.
This visit isn’t only about strategy or appearances. It isn’t just about lulling my uncle into a false sense of security.
It’s about her.
Melissa.
I want to return to the place where everything began. Where one reckless night turned i
