Chapter 92

Theron's POV

The door creaked open, revealing a young messenger, and he was nervous to interrupt the King. I could see the concern in his eyes as if he had interrupted.

The King's expression hardened as he regarded the interruption. I felt Lara squeeze my hand and gave her a small smile, quickly returning my focus to the unfolding scene before me.

"Very well, send him in," the King sighed, his tone hinting at annoyance.

As the messenger stepped aside, I wondered what Prince Alex had to say, which was so vital that it couldn't wait.

Moments later, the Prince entered the room. "Father, I need to speak to you about Morgan," he stated, his gaze shifting briefly to Lara and me before locking onto his father.

"You come at the wrong time, my son; can you not wait? As you can see, I'm busy," King replied, his voice tinged with impatience.

"No, it can't," the Prince said firmly, "If we do not address Morgan's face swiftly, we risk a lot. Some