Chapter 10
Federico walked confidently through the impressive corridors of his father's palace, with the tall columns and shiny marble floors mirroring his movements. The smell of new polish lingered in the atmosphere, blending with the subtle floral scent coming from the garden in the courtyard. But none of that was important to him. The grandeur of the palace, the symbols of monarchy and authority, seemed empty. He had visited this place so often that he was no longer impressed by it.
He gritted his teeth while walking past the portraits of his predecessors, each with a stern look of power as if the burden of royalty had taken away any happiness they once had. It seemed like a caution, a hint of the consequences if he allowed his father to get his way.
He was heading towards the thron
