Maurice looked into the Duke's aggrieved eyes. "Your Grace, the letter clarifies one thing: your late wife was never in love with you. A conspiracy was unfolding right under your nose, one you had no inkling of. I believe it is time to investigate the banished prince."
"I will begin the investigation after tomorrow," Damian stated, his tone flat and unreadable.
"Your Grace, thank you for trusting me," Maurice affirmed. "I know that the moment I handed you that information, it became difficult for you to discern who was truly loyal to you."
"Maurice, do not breathe a word of this to anyone, not even to Louis. This stays strictly between the two of us," Damian commanded, his gaze sharpening.
"Of course, Your Grace," Maurice assured him, bowing his head. "You have my word."
