The moment they saw him enter, both immediately stood.
Ashan's expression was calm as usual.
Mili, however, looked nervous.
Charles closed the door behind him.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The silence alone was enough to make both young royals understand why he had come.
Charles slowly walked toward the window.
Outside, the capital was visible.
Thousands of soldiers moved through the streets.
Barricades were being built. Supply wagons traveled day and night. The entire city was preparing for war.
Charles finally spoke.
"Ashan."
The Crown Prince immediately straightened.
"Uncle."
Charles turned around.
His expression was serious. Far more serious than either of them had ever seen before.
"No matter what happens..."
His eyes locked onto Ashan.
"You must survive."
Ashan froze, and the room became silent.
Mili immediately lowered her head. Her small hands clenched tightly.
Charles continued.
"Listen carefully."
"If the walls fall..."
