An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori (official version)

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As Ambrose entered the grand hall, the unfolding scene left him utterly stunned.

Rufus, the Prince of West Lucozia, stood imposingly with hands behind his back, an air of displeasure evident on his

face. The princess consort, who stood by his side, wore a stern expression.

Albert, the Executioner, maintained a facade of respect, yet his eyes hinted at a concealed threat.

Jaxon, the captain of the royal guards, positioned his hand on the hilt of his blade, subtly indicating preparedness to

draw his weapon.

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The most surprising sight was Reuben, kneeling on the ground, wearing a panicked expression and bowing

repeatedly-a clear portrayal of impending doom.

“Your Highness!” Ambrose promptly kneeled, saluting respectfully without fully grasping the situation. Typically,

Rufus would allow him to rise immediately, but this time was an exception.

“Mr. Linden, do you understand why I summoned you in the middle of the night?” Rufus began, echoing his earlier

opening statement.

“I do not, Your Highness. Please enlighten me,” Ambrose replied, swallowing nervously. He could sense an

unexpected tension.

“If you’re unaware, then see for yourself!” Without much elaboration, Rufus snatched a letter from his desk and

tossed it at Ambrose’s feet. As Ambrose reviewed the contents, his expression underwent an instant

transformation.

“Your Highness, I’m innocent! This is a baseless accusation! A deliberate attempt to tarnish my name! I implore

Your Highness to conduct a thorough investigation!”

Witnessing this, Reuben, still kneeling nearby, couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He knew this wouldn’t work from his

own experience. Ambrose had to try something new.

“Baseless accusation? Tarnishing?” Rufus sneered. “Seems like you and Reuben are cut from the same cloth. You’ll

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remain unconvinced until faced with grim reality.”

“Your Highness, though my son may be wayward, he would never commit such atrocities, let alone form some Hero

Alliance. There must be a misunderstanding!” Ambrose vehemently asserted.

“Mr. Vern, enlighten him on whether there’s a misunderstanding.” Rufus redirected his gaze, glancing at Reuben.

“Mr. Linden, in this situation, deceit won’t avail you. Confess, and perhaps His Highness may show mercy,” Reuben

suggested with a mournful expression.

“Mr. Vern! What nonsense are you spouting?” Ambrose retorted, indignant, “Though I may not be the most

talented, I’ve always been honest. I won’t let you besmirch my reputation! 11

In Ambrose’s eyes, this was clearly Reuben’s attempt to drag him down. In such a situation, he naturally wouldn’t

admit guilt.