An action romance.
Diana, the princess of Christoria, was abducted by her father's enemy, King Sebastian, when she was just five years old. Raised in the dark and soulless kingdom of Rolleto, she eventually uncovers Sebastian's sinister plan to dest...
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Thompson's POV
"The king's directive is to enhance border security, implement checkpoints at building entrances, and reassign some staff positions," Louis explains.
As the nurse examines Diana's injuries, I excuse myself and head to the office building where high-ranking officials work. My father's office is on the top floor. Inside, I notice employees rushing with paperwork.
Although I'm curious, I'm still in the dark about the situation. I reach my father's grand office doors.
Without knocking, I push open the door and step into the room, greeted by the expansive space that unfolds before me. The first thing that captures my attention is the grand glass table, positioned strategically opposite the entrance. Its surface gleams in the soft ambient light, reflecting a pristine sheen that adds an air of elegance to the room.
Directly behind the table, there stands a regal sight—the flag of the kingdom, proudly displayed in all its colorful glory. It billows gently in the room's gentle currents, evoking a sense of patriotism and history that seems to fill the very air.
To the right, a cozy sitting area beckons invitingly. Plush armchairs and a sumptuous sofa are arranged in a harmonious ensemble, their rich, deep hues contrasting beautifully with the room's neutral palette. It's a place that seems designed for moments of relaxation and contemplation, with a low coffee table poised between the seats, holding the promise of spirited conversations or quiet solitude.
My gaze then drifts to the left side of the room, where an imposing bookshelf stretches upward, its towering shelves crammed with an impressive array of books, both old and new. The titles are a testament to the room's occupant, revealing a keen intellect and diverse interests. The worn spines of classics nestle beside the sleek jackets of modern bestsellers, forming a mosaic of literary treasures.
Adjacent to the bookshelf, a discreet door hints at a storage room.
One wall is adorned with portraits of past kings, while the other is bulletproof glass. Despite visiting only a few times since my return, I notice my father addressing two men seated in front of him.
Initially, he appears angry but softens when he sees me. "Just in time, Thompson," he greets.
The two men turn their attention to me—one in a suit and the other dressed more modestly. I stand beside the table and extend a courteous greeting.
"Shall we move to the sitting area?" my father suggests, leading the way.
We all take our seats. "This is Sir Frederick, the royal adviser of Lite," the man in the suit introduces himself, shaking my hand. "And I'm a royal messenger from Santabias," the other man says as we exchange greetings.
"I'm Thompson, heir to the Roletto throne. What brings you here?" I inquire.
"The primary point of contention revolves around the ball attack. As of now, the group, crew, or association behind the assault remains unidentified. However, we've managed to recover this emblem." The personal adviser places a sheet of paper onto the coffee table in front of us.
