Prince Alexander leaned a little, his eyes closing as his palm held up his head. He could feel the numbing throb in his head, his lips drawn.
"Your Highness. You called for me."
He gave a small sigh, then sat back, turning to Ron. The masked assassin was standing by the only window in the small room Prince Alexander mostly used to escape, at times when he needed to be alone, the luxury and. political drama of the palaces behind him.
"I have work for you."
"Is it about Lady Sophia? Have you found out a way to get rid of her?"
Prince Alexander leaned back on the chair, his eyes lifting to Ron. "No. It is something else."
Ron nodded. "I apologize. I am at your service."
Prince Alexander slowly stood up, then clasped his hands behind him. The pristine white robe he had changed into gave
