*
“That was a fruitful conversation. Then have a good night, Sir Julian.”
The light of the communication orb went out.
Prince Edmund stared at the extinguished crystal orb for a while.
On the table remained a half-finished bowl of soup and bread crumbs.
The after-dinner tea had long since gone cold.
The night in the detached palace was silent.
It was a brief peace one could enjoy only after the baby had finally fallen asleep.
Prince Edmund was used to this kind of stillness.
It was like the silence right after an engagement on the battlefield had ceased...
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