Theron's POV
The door creaked open, revealing a young messenger, and he was nervous to interrupt the King. I could see the concern in his eyes as if he had interrupted.
The King's expression hardened as he regarded the interruption. I felt Lara squeeze my hand and gave her a small smile, quickly returning my focus to the unfolding scene before me.
"Very well, send him in," the King sighed, his tone hinting at annoyance.
As the messenger stepped aside, I wondered what Prince Alex had to say, which was so vital that it couldn't wait.
Moments later, the Prince entered the room. "Father, I need to speak to you about Morgan," he stated, his gaze shifting briefly to Lara and me before locking onto his father.
"You come at the wrong time, my son; can you not wait? As you can see, I'm busy,"
