Ch. 81: The Storm [2]

"Say, Cedric, should I chain my son inside his Palace instead?"

"Pardon?"

Cedric was baffled. He couldn't comprehend what the Emperor was talking about.

Dariush heaved a long deep sigh.

"Never mind."

"I–I understand."

"Did Theresa know about her son's kidnapping?"

"Her Majesty did not."

There was a brief pause.

"Keep it quiet for the time being."

"I understand."

–Tuk –Tuk –Tuk

The white-haired man tapped the window frame.

"When is the Yovanny Princess coming?"

"Estimated around 4 to 5 days."

"Tsk."

Dariush clucked his tongue in annoyance. As expected, Damian always ran into trouble at the most inopportune times.

"How can I enjoy the banquet when my child is kidnapped?"

He spoke sarcastically and his aide remained silent. He let out a sharp breath and ordered.