Chapter 757: A Rough Week
"What’s the hold-up? Why haven’t they opened the gates yet?" Kael muttered under his breath, frustration simmering as he sat waiting to disembark. He’d had a rough week and now having to sit here was not something that he was happy about. Additionally, as part of the royal fleet, his plane was always given top priority during travel. Yet today, delays plagued them—one issue after another, as if the world had conspired against him.
"I’ll check on it, Your Highness," the flight attendant responded nervously. "But from what I’ve gathered, there’s been a problem on the ground. The authorities are involved."
Kael’s brow furrowed. "Authorities? What authorities?"
"The police, sir. They’ll be here shortly," the attendant added, her voice dropping lower as if speaking too loudly might summon the very officers she was talking about.
"The police?" Kael’s voice hardened, "Why on earth would the police be involved?"
From beside him, a soft, trembling voice broke the tense silence. "They’re here for me. They have to be. Why else would the police come here?" The woman sitting next to him clutched his hand tightly, her fingers icy despite the warmth of the cabin. Her eyes, wide with fear, darted toward the exit as if she expected officers to burst in at any moment.
"They’re not here for you," he reassured her the woman. "Everything from that time was dealt with. It’s all in the past. The case is closed, and no one is coming after you."
"But what if it isn’t? What if they’ve found out I’ve returned? They could—" the woman continued to speak but this time, Kael sent over a sharp look at her. There was no need to mention the buried past, especially in front of strangers. Though his crew had all signed NDA’s it was too easy to break them off in the face of good money.
"Listen to me. You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re safe here with me. I’ll go see what’s going on. Stay here."