83 The Usurpur

Adeline was distracted by Elias's touch when in the corner of her eyes, something shifted. He reacted much faster than her, instantly turning around.

"Quinston," Elias said in a clipped voice but amicable smile. His smile never reached his eyes, not unless he wanted it to.

"Your Majesty," Quinston said whilst bowing his head. Everyone had departed from the meeting room, except for the twins.

"Speak. What do you want? The discussion has ended, surely you're not here to humor me?" Elias mused whilst leaning one hand on the table, creating a visible boundary line.

"Your Majesty, I'd like to request to have a word with Princess Adeline if I may—"

"You may not."

Quinston blinked. He had never been shot down like this. His years in the military had sharpened his presence, large and powerful. He was built like an aging soldier, with softening muscles and limp skin.

"It concerns Princess Adeline's bloodline and her parents."