The guards obeyed Prince Izan's command with precision, their disciplined movements reflecting years of training. As their horses trotted off, the murmurs of the crowd behind them grew louder, a mixture of speculation and uneasy acceptance rippling through the bystanders.
Jaxon stole a glance at the prince, his mind still churning with questions. Lady Viviana's arrest was inevitable, but he couldn't shake the sinking feeling of how it would affect Orion.
Once the last noble on their list had been arrested, Prince Izan ordered the Royal Guards to escort the prisoners to the capital dungeons. With the streets cleared and the task complete, he turned to Martin, Dillion, and Jaxon.
"We're going to the Whittemore Estate," he announced firmly. "I don't want Lady Viviana's arrest to become a public spectacle, for Orion's sake."
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