As A Matter Of Fact

"I have never seen you before young lad. Are you a distant relative of King Xander? Perhaps a cousin to Prince William?" an older man asked as he pressed his palm onto Mikhail's shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

"Nonsense. Even if he were a relative, only those from the main bloodline has silver hair. There is no  possible explanation behind the fact we were made fools of!" Another man interjected as he slammed a stack of papers onto the desk in frustration.

"To think King Xander would not even think to discuss it with his councils. Did he think we would let him do whatever he pleases? With whose backings did he think we allowed him to ascend the throne at a young age?!"

"Even if he thought to keep the boy within the palace walls, there will certainly be those who cannot keep their mouths shut. It's a disgrace that he dared to bring a bastard child!"

"To think he did not even consider all these is preposterous!"

"What do you suggest we do then?"<