The atmosphere throughout the capital of Lechia was unlike anything the citizens had experienced in years. From the outer districts to the inner noble quarters, whispers spread like wildfire through the streets. Merchants abandoned their stalls to gather in crowds, soldiers stood at attention with grim expressions, and nobles hurried toward balconies and windows overlooking the main roads. The entire city seemed to hold its breath as news traveled from one corner of the capital to another.
The prince had been captured.
Prince Khan of Lechia.
The heir to the empire.
The son of the Empress.
The future ruler of the kingdom.
The very man whom countless soldiers had sworn to protect with their lives.
