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Reports had suggested that the queen was in poor health, but that was clearly a fabrication. She seemed perfectly fine, which only heightened my suspicion.
“What can I do for you?” the queen inquired, offering a composed smile. Yet I couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in her demeanor. Her fingers intertwined, forming a nervous dance that betrayed her façade of calm.
“We were hoping you might have heard or seen anything regarding the whereabouts of the young prince, Ladon,” Carter inquired politely, his tone friendly yet direct. I silently hoped the queen wouldn’t take offense at his directness, but she maintained her smile, yet showed a bit of worry.
“I have heard rumors of his disappearance,” she acknowledged. “But I cannot fathom what might bring him here.”
“Well,
