“And we will have five, maybe six men posted up here to keep an eagle eye on things,” Lopin Steward said, pointing at the layout of the ballroom drawn on the large piece of paper.
Royle waved his hand without looking at the map. “Yes, yes. Whatever you say.”
He sighed and dragged his hand down his face. He hadn’t been able to eat or sleep in the two days since Misa had left him nearly shattered in his chambers. He had tried to search for Peron to demand what he had done to her, but the prince was nowhere to be found, and Captain Steward had reluctantly sent out a few of his guards to search for the prince upon Queen Veira’s demand. More likely than not, Peron had gone out to the city to satisfy the needs Misa refused to fill.
When he couldn’t find Peron, Royle had visite
