"Speak again," Arthur commands, stepping further into the room, his piercing gaze locked on Madin, who is frozen in place, staring back at him.
Madin remains silent, his mind racing. Why does Arthur want him to speak again? Surely, he couldn’t have recognized his voice.
Madin lowers his head, unable to meet Arthur's eyes again.
By now, little Prince Adriana had already slipped out of the room, with the lady following close behind.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my son’s room?" Arthur asks, suspicion thick in his voice.
His initial shock at hearing a familiar voice that he has been longing to hear has faded, replaced by guarded curiosity.
Madin adjusts his voice, letting a trembling tone creep in. "My lord, I didn’t mean to intrude. I was brought here to assist."
"Do you work in the palace?" Arthur presses.
"No, Your Highness," Madin replies, his head still bowed.
Arthur exhales sharply, his irritation evident. "Ugh, whatever. You can leave." He strides toward the little one’s be
