The Emperor sat at the dining table and exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples.
"Your son has gone mad," he murmured, shaking his head.
He had already sent away the servants, finally having some privacy with his wife. His meeting with Zayden in the morning had left him speechless.
"Which son?" The Empress took a sip of her apple juice, placing the glass back on the table with a low thud.
"It can't be Soren, for sure."
Selena chuckled, her lips curved faintly. She had a hunch Zaphyr was speaking about Zayden, but she had to make sure.
"What did he say this time?"
"He spoke of divorce."
"Divorce?" She straightened, her composure immediately slipping. "When did he get married? And without our knowledge?"
"Not his," Zaphyr muttered. "High Priest Charles and Enzo."
"Enzo?" Her brows drew together. "Marquis Valron's youngest son?"
He nodded gravely.
Selena's fan lowered to her lap, the faintest frown forming. "Wouldn't that cause a rift between Hianshu and Revhara?"
