Later at Night~
The echoes of the ballroom's festivities had faded into the stillness of the night, but Dominic's fury had not.
He strode through the dimly lit corridors of the palace, his footsteps heavy with frustration.
The knights in the king's chamber moved to block his path—a half-hearted attempt at stopping him, but Dominic barely acknowledged them.
"Your Highness is resting—"
"Move."
His voice was sharp, barely restrained.
The guards hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances, but Dominic had no patience for ceremony tonight.
Without waiting for permission, he pushed past them, the grand doors swinging open as he stormed into the chamber.
King Caisson, seated in his high-backed chair, exhaled quietly, barely sparing the knights a glance before raising a hand to dismiss them.
"Let him in."
The doors shut behind Dominic, leaving him alone with the man who had thrown Arndell into chaos with a single announcement.
"What was that?"
