"Oh, Rome. I never thought you'd be this... simple."
"Give me your word." Roman ignored the amused grin plastered on Ismael's face as his expression remained solemn. "It is a cheap price compared to what I can offer. Wasn't that the reason you did what you did?"
Ismael smirked as he laughed weakly. "I did nothing, brother." He shrugged but didn't elaborate on what he meant by that.
"You have my word, seventh prince," promised Ismael to his brother. "Once the crown prince had fallen, I will keep my promise. But I am warning you. You might regret this decision, for I had planned to squeeze everything I can from you."
"Never." Roman's jaw tightened as he rocked his head. "I will be on my way since that is all I need to say."
Ismael simply shrugged nonchalantly as he watched Roman assist himself up. His eyes followed the seventh prince's figure until the door shut closed with a soft click.
