You're Not the King Yet

The man who had just emerged from the carriage was clad in a golden armor that shimmered under the sun. His angular features appeared to have been carved from stone, and one of his hands was resting on the hilt of his sword. His entire body was exuding a sense of power and prestige, and he was looking at Irina with a calm expression, seemingly in agreement with her criticism.

It really is him. Mag's eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly schooled his expression. This was the first prince Mag had once referred to as his comrade, yet he was also one of the masterminds behind the assassination three years ago.

Everyone had thought that Alex and the first prince were close friend and comrades, so he would definitely stand with the first prince against the second prince in the battle for the throne.