Chapter 110. The Culprit

Steven’s shoes smacked against the marble floor of the royal household as he paced toward the meeting hall to meet with the dukes and generals, his face tense and his arms held behind his back. His dark gray eyes sparkled beneath the orange hue of the candles that hung from the stone walls of the passage, holding not even an ounce of joy or reprieve. How could he relax, though? The eastern city had gone up in flames, and so many people had already died. All for reasons he couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

How could he rule these people if he couldn’t even protect them from accidents such as this?

As he approached the passage’s exit, his eyes locked onto the priestess’s. She was waiting for him. His face tensed even more, and his brows drew closer as he glared at her. His pace slowed to a stop in front of the priestess, and he let out a soft breath.

The priestess stared at him for an uncomfortably quiet moment, and then parted her lips to speak.