That gap bothered him, made him nervous, made him anxious. He wanted to know, but he could only find shreds of images, blurred and useless. A few gestures, a few smiles, nothing else.
If his brother hadn't forced him to leave, to re-tie the broken threads of the plot ...
The prince considered Luigi's precautions and fears, his pessimistic predictions to be exaggerated. In reality, nothing catastrophic would have happened.
He had probably dismissed him on purpose, so as not to have him at his feet anymore.
Although he thought of him grudgingly, it was not much: he loved his brother too much to accuse him of having rid himself of him as a well-used and therefore boring toy. And he began to find the life that only a few days before had seemed unbearably tiring, to be fairly pleasant. He l
