Chapter 29: Ambush
"I strongly advise against it, Your Highness," Roman said, his voice low and steady. "You’ve just insulted the Fourth Prince’s faction in public. If the Ragos family takes offense, retaliation won’t take long."
He paused to let the meaning settle.
"They’re known for their assassins... and they rarely miss."
Fenric sighed and ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated.
"Tch... so we’re just heading back now?"
Myria stayed quiet. Roman didn’t argue.
They walked in silence back to the carriage that waited outside the estate gates. Fenric stepped inside first, followed by Myria and Roman. The carriage began to roll down the cobbled path, the city slowly passing by outside the windows.
A few minutes later, as they crossed into a quieter street, Myria’s eyes narrowed. She shifted slightly in her seat, her hand already resting near her weapon.
"Something’s wrong," she said calmly.
Fenric straightened. "What is it?"
"Killing intent," she replied. "Someone’s approaching fast."
Roman glanced through the small rear window. "We’re being followed."