The voice of Prince Colin wasn't particularly loud, yet it carried an exceptional weight.
The flowing melody in the drawing room seemed to be abruptly cut off by an unseen hand, and the servants holding silver trays slowed their steps, holding their breath as if in awe.
The smile upon Edward Campbell's face froze, a hint of astonishment glinted in his eyes, seemingly surprised that the amicable conversation with Prince Colin a moment ago had taken a sudden turn.
He looked into Colin's eyes, witnessing the warm spring breeze like warmth disappear into thin air, replaced by heartbreak and disappointment—
As if he had truly committed some heinous act.
Edward couldn't fathom why the sudden aggression arose, a multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind, yet tangled like an unraveling ball of yarn.
What… does he mean?
Is it about the land disputes between the Campbell Duchy and Ryan Kingdom?
How is that possible?!
