PRINCE KLOUD’S POV

In bed later that night, sleep eluded both of us and we were deep in thought. Uncle Marrok had locked himself in the chambers, and Lowe seemed lost at what to do about him. I listened as Ulysses explained to him the message from Prince Boris. His sad face was the outcome of the news.

“Are you f*cking kidding me? Randale is going to flip,” Lowe whispered.

“I know Uncle Marrok will handle it well. Randale is the person that ...