135 Won the War

Sebastian paced back and forth. He nibbled at his nails, anxiously watching the entrance to the Seventh Prince's estate. He was under the comfort of the ceilings in the hallway, sheltered from the storm but it didn't wipe his worries away. The hallway had an open concept, with thin wooden pillars supporting the rooftops. He continuously looked forward.

"Brother, your pacing is going to burn a hole in the floor…" His younger sister complained.

"Shut it, Isabelle," Sebastian groaned.

Sebastian could barely see in front of him. The rain had intensified significantly. There was no way anyone could make it out alive. No one, but the Seventh Prince. He was resilient, his body stronger than any man Sebastian knew.

"That's it!" Sebastian suddenly cried out. "I'm going to send out search parties."