Prince Lawrence gently tapped on the table in front of him, his eyes squinted. He gave small, intermittent nods between the words his butler read out, a small, sinister smile lifting up his lips.
"That is the letter. Your Highness. According to reports, I heard, Prince Alexander will be wed to a noble lady from Green Oak soon enough. I do not think we can ignore the chief's pleas regarding the timing of the events. It does feel like they intentionally murdered Valentina so the Prince can have who he wants."
Prince Lawrence gave a small snicker and shook his head. "I can not fathom why this does not exactly bother me. That Valentina was some whiny wench although she was good for a warm night."
"Your Highness."
"Do not let the people of Fermich know that the woman we offered lost her dig
