Mason's POV:
The morning sun streamed through the windows of my study as I pored over reports from our spies. Something didn't feel right. The past week had been too quiet, especially after the tense dinner with my mother and Michael.
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "Enter," I called out.
Captain Reeves, head of the palace guard, strode in. His face was pale, his eyes wide with worry. "Your Majesty, we have a situation."
I stood up, instantly alert. "What is it, Captain?"
He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "We've uncovered a plot, sire. An assassination attempt... on you."
My blood ran cold, but I kept my voice steady. "Tell me everything."
Captain Reeves laid out a series of documents on my desk. "One of our men overheard a conversation in a tavern last night.
