"Your Highness, everything is in place."
Bram bowed as he spoke behind Prince Eren, his posture impeccable despite the weight pressing against his spine.
"We've received confirmation that Princess Marin has received clearance to enter and disembark. If no other interruptions occur, she should be meeting up with Prince Elior while the competition is still in full swing."
"Good."
Bram couldn't help but shiver at that single word. In the ornate chamber, which boasted flawless heating and carefully maintained air circulation, he nevertheless felt a distinct chill seep into his bones.
If he were being honest with himself, he had once believed that perhaps, at some point, the Prince would reconsider.
But that possibility didn't even look plausible in the face of such a callous response.
