"Whoever killed my witness will pay with their life," August pronounced, adjusting his cuffs with cold precision as he stepped into the room. "If the nobles wish to rebel, let them. I do not care."
"Your Highness, are you truly serious?" Louis stared at him in utter disbelief. "You cannot possibly handle a matter of state with such recklessness! Appease them first, I beg of you. You have no conception of the lengths these nobles will go to protect themselves. Damian has spent months painstakingly building a case against them, moving in secret. You rushed in and ruined it. Now, the true mastermind will retreat deeper into the shadows!"
"The local inspector is directly responsible for Flynn's death, along with every incompetent fool in that station," August muttered, his eyes dark with fury. "Fuck it all! There is not a single thing worthy of praise in this entire wretched province of Varos."
