Two days had passed since Delilah's death.
Two days since Florian had been taken—torn from safety, from everyone who cared for him.
And in those two days, everything inside the Diamond Palace had changed.
Everything inside Heinz had changed.
Alexandria and Idris had been publicly executed the morning after Florian woke up.
Stoned—then beheaded.
Heinz didn't attend. He didn't need to.
He had made sure the other princesses were forced to watch, their eyes trained on what happened to a traitor—what happened to anyone who touched Florian.
Let them tremble.
Let them remember.
Let it etch into their memories.
'Try him, and you'll follow her.'
Lucius had taken on the mountain of political consequences. After all, Alexandria wasn't just a criminal.
She was a princess from Sanctus Regnum. And now, she was dead.
Killed by Heinz.
Tensions rose instantly between Concordia and Sanctus Regnum. And though Lucius was doing all he could to smooth things over...
Heinz wasn't worried.
