The cool metal of the table warmed as he blushed and his skin reddened. To Ciaran’s relief, Kwan joined them. Kwan bowed to his mother. She nodded her head in his direction.
“I’d also advise a rapid response. Get ahead of this story before it takes off. Work with Mika,” Kwan suggested.
Ciaran closed his eyes, bidding farewell to the morning workout he had looked forward to.
“Instruct the press team to set up cameras and connect with Tesni. I will kill the story now,” Ciaran decided. “Mother, focus on the diplomats. I can handle this. This is a sensational story running off rumors. I will make it clear the royal family is not to be spoken about in such ways. If they want to run a story on me, they’ll need more than exaggerated baseless rumors,” Ciaran asserted.
His mother smiled. She pr
