[ZAIRE]
At the palace, the prince's nonchalance was a matter of great concern.
It was one thing for the man to be out there doing things normally and leading his life as if he had never lost his father. And it was another for the tension to exist.
Because Nour may have been outside the palace and hadn't stepped in there for almost three years now, but his influence was there.
The Afshin quad were all part of the Royal Council.
They were the one group that couldn't be unseated in the council room. It wasn't just because of their association with the crown prince, but because they were the group the king had trusted to maintain order if ever he died.
"General Yumi, it has been three years since the prince appointed you to your position. Do you have any details of when your boss desires to come back to the high table?" an uneasy Grant asked.
He had to ask someone.
Anyone.
Because honestly, he was losing his mind.
