It was as if he was sealed in a bubble of security that had ultimately shattered in an instant.
Was it the result of some unknown spell? Duke Windsor could not help but ponder.
Micah strolled toward Duke Windsor, his movements languid and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.
"What troubles you?" he asked, his voice light but laced with an undercurrent of mischief..
Duke Windsor stood tall, his broad shoulders squared. "It's you," he replied, his voice deep and calm, though his piercing gaze burned with unrestrained fury.
"Yes, it's me," Micah responded, a delighted yet chilling grin spreading across his face. His eyes glimmered with an unsettling hue of crimson, reflecting a darkness that seemed to dance just beneath the surface.
"Your Grace is still as astute as ever," Number Ten said, his tone almost mocking. "Unfortunately, you and your guards shall forever be parted."
