Loreen's POV
Loreen walked down the long palace hall with even steps.
The sound of his boots echoed softly against the polished floors as servants stepped aside and bowed the moment they saw him. He did not slow down. He did not look at them. He simply passed by as if they were not there.
By all standards, he was not an arrogant Alpha, or Prince, his mind was just elsewhere.
By the time he reached the King's office, his expression had settled into something colder. The guards at the door bowed and stepped aside at once.
One of the King's secretaries stood nearby, holding a stack of documents close to his chest.
"Your highness," the man greeted quickly, bowing his head.
Loreen gave a short nod and glanced toward the closed doors of his father's office. He could hear voices from inside.
"His majesty is currently in a meeting with Lord Huron," the secretary added carefully. "I can inform him that you are here."
