Chapter 22 The Festival Of Eleanora

Vincenzo's POV

"Who's Eva?" I asked Don.

"She's Beatrice's right hand and a friend of your mothers," I hummed in remembrance.

"Beatrice and Eva are the prime suspects... Look into the idea of blackmail too," he nodded his head as if he already planned on doing that and I patted him on the shoulder before kicking myself off the table and strolled over to my mother who was stood with her arm linked with my fathers and a bright smile on her face.

"There you are!" Mother gleamed, leaning in to hug me and I rubbed her back.

"Are you enjoying the party?" I asked and she chuckled with a nod.

"We were just talking to Alistair, I haven't seen him in so long," I turned my head to the man mum mentioned and he dipped down into a bow at my gaze.

Alistair St. Claire. The duke of Asteria, a small city on the outskirts of Lazarus. I didn't talk to him much before but from the times I did, I knew he was a good man.