A few moments ago,
Radulf stormed out of the mansion, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Yet, rather than seeking confrontation, he resolved to uncover Leon's true intentions. Taking Zenna's advice to heart, he decided to use this opportunity for growth.
As he arrived at the palace, curious gazes followed him, but he paid them no heed. With determined strides, he made his way to Leon's manor.
Inside, the Crown Prince was immersed in official documents when a maidservant informed him of Radulf's arrival.
"Let him in," Leon instructed, his brows drawing together. A flicker of suspicion crossed his mind. 'He must have heard about my visit. The servants must have told him,' he mused.
Radulf entered and bowed respectfully.
Leon dismissed the maidservant and gestured for him to sit.
"Thank you," Radulf said as he took a seat across from the Crown Prince. His gaze was unwavering. "Your Grace must already know why I've come."
