The terrace was illuminated by soft golden lights, the night sky stretching endlessly above, the distant sounds of the kingdom blending into a quiet, controlled elegance that suited royal appearances perfectly.
Everything looked peaceful.
Refined.
Perfect.
But Caleb felt none of it.
He sat across from Sonia at the dinner table, his posture composed, his expression calm, every movement measured and deliberate, yet his mind remained far away—trapped in the heavy words his father had spoken not long ago, replaying them again and again with a sharp edge that refused to dull.
Some of my sources were telling me…
His fingers tightened slightly around the glass in his hand before he forced himself to relax.
That had not been a simple comment.
It had been a warning.
And Caleb knew his fat
