Chapter 41: Rumours about the first prince
Music Recommendation: Heavens, what an afternoon- John Lunn
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Dante had only just returned to the palace the following day. As he made his way through the corridors, every step of his black shoes was precise and was heard by the servants, who quickly scrambled away from the floor before he appeared in the corridor they were in.
Before Dante could reach his room, he met his siblings, Aiden and Emily, who were talking in hushed voices.
"Brother Dante, you are back," Emily greeted him with a respectful bow while he noticed a grin plastered on his younger brother’s face. "Is everything prepared for the war?"
"Almost. What are you two doing standing in the middle of the corridor?" Dante questioned them.
"I was wondering if I get a pass from having to join you and Brother Maxwell in the war," Aiden was looking for a way out, and when Dante spoke, his eyes brightened,
"Father said that me and Maxwell should be good enough. If we die, he will still have you as the heir to sit on the throne, as Victor is still too young. It would be easier to fight the enemies than keep an eye on you."
"I will pray well for your strength and success, Brother Dante." Aiden offered a bow, glad that he was going to stay in the palace. His eyes fleetingly moved to look at Dante’s room before he returned to look at his big brother. He said, "You must be tired; we will let you rest."
Dante’s eyes narrowed slightly at Aiden’s enthusiastic behaviour. Without another word, he went to the front of his room and disappeared inside it.
Aiden and Emily, who hadn’t left the corridor, stared at Dante’s closed door. Aiden said to his sister, "I am telling you, this is going to backfire, Lily."