The Thunder Dragon Duke's expression was a deep sea, with not a single ripple to be seen.
He didn't even spare his son a glance, his gaze returning to Gaius.
"The witness."
As if he had expected this all along, a faint, cold smile played on Gaius's lips.
He gestured toward the hall's exterior.
The heavy doors of the hall were pushed open, and two towering Forbidden Guards walked in, dragging a figure with them.
The man wore a butler's uniform, but it was now disheveled. His legs were weak, and he had practically been carried inside.
When he saw Eliot kneeling below, he began to tremble like a leaf in the wind. He immediately collapsed to the floor, burying his head deep in the crook of his arm, not daring to lift it in the slightest.
Eliot's pupils contracted abruptly. A chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
That was his butler, a confidant who had served him for over ten years.
"Your Majesty."
Gaius's voice was like a death knell.
