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"Prince Frederick," Alastair chuckled softly. "It seemed like Prince Malcolm forgot about his royal training. I was educating him on treason," he bowed in respect to Frederick.

"Is that true?" Frederick faced Malcolm.

"Yes it is," he replied nonchalantly.

"Then," Frederick smiled and crossed his hands behind his back. "I shall leave you to it."

He walked off with his guards behind him. Alastair sighed in relief.

"Whatever you need to know, your mother will inform you," he left Malcolm staring at his back.

"That sly fox," Malcolm hissed as he walked back to his residence.

The guards lit all the lanterns and torches around the palace, brightening up the environment.

Isabelle wrapped her fleece around her body and dried her hair. After her altercation with Adrian in the bathhouse, he left her and she took her bath. He could never change, she thought as she dried her hair. She picked the lightest material she could find amongst her clothes and walked out of her room. She went to the kitc