For years, Duke Silas had always wanted her sister's son to become the crown prince. And for that goal, there was nothing he wouldn't do. If murder was the price, he would gladly pay it. Whatever Cyril wanted, Duke Silas would make certain the boy's dream was achieved, no matter the method- no matter the consequence.
But everyone knew it wasn't simply the act of a doting uncle pushing his nephew toward power and legacy.
Hades especially knew this better than anyone.
The man's real desire wasn't only Salestas. It wasn't even the throne.
It was something else entirely.
"I have to say that despite the lack of balls the Valentine family has ever hosted, this one tonight could easily be called the best ball of the century," Duke Silas began, all excessive pleasantries and that wide, oily smile of his.
Hades returned it with nothing more than a faint quirk at the corner of his lips.
