The streets of Valeidio were alive with murmurs and curious glances as Crown Prince Theron rode through with a retinue of royal guards trailing behind him. His face was a mask of determination, but inside, questions gnawed at him with each step that brought him closer to Sadiki's home. Whispers followed in his wake, what was their Crown Prince doing here? What trouble could be stirring so close to the royal family?
Theron didn't let his focus waver. His mission was clear. He was here to find answers about his brother's kidnapper, and no one, not even a grieving mother, would keep him from discovering the truth.
As they neared the house, Theron signaled the guards to stay back momentarily, assessing the small, modest structure in front of him. He dismounted swiftly, storming up the stone steps. He braced himself, half-expecting Sadiki's mother to greet him, either tearfully defending her son or breaking down under the weight of her own shock.