The night was dead quiet in the Royal Palace of Byzantium. A horrific scene of gruesome murder had played itself out merely a few hours before, and all except for a certain couple had difficulty gaining any peaceful rest on this wretched night.
As for Berengar and Honoria, the two of them were so used to taking lives that the death of Decentius did not affect their beauty sleep in the slightest. If anything, there was a sense of relief knowing that they completed a goal that had been on their bucket lists for several years.
When morning came, it was no surprise to see the Royal Family, and all who bore witness to the brutal death of the Second Prince, all having heavy bags underneath their eyes. As if the sight of Decentius' cruel fate had permanently etched itself into their memory and haunted them throughout the night.