The wheels of the polished black carriage crunched softly on the gravel path leading to the Royal Palace. Inside, Lord Evan stared out the window, his face calm and thoughtful. The early morning sun cast long shadows across the manicured palace grounds. Beside him, Brook sat stiffly, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. He glanced occasionally at his master, a mixture of loyalty and slight nervousness in his eyes.
"Are you certain about this, My Lord?" Brook asked quietly, breaking the silence. "The Grand Duke is a powerful man. Accusing him..."
Evan turned his gaze from the window, a cool confidence in his eyes. "Power is relative, Brook. And today, information, or rather, the presentation of information, holds more power than his title." He adjusted the cuff of his immaculate jacket. "Everything proceeds as planned. Trust the process."
