“You called me, Your Majesty?” Jerome asked Everard as soon as he entered Everard’s study.
“Yes.”
Everard was going through some written details for the upcoming ceremony when Jerome entered the room. He lifted his head from the notes on the desk in front of him and then looked at Jerome.
Then he said in a somewhat distraught tone, “I am in trouble, Jerome. And I seek your advice.”
“Trouble?” Jerome immediately stood in front of the desk and asked with a deep worry line between his brows, “What kind of trouble?”
Everard sighed and pulled out the letter that he had received from Orsenia in the morning. He handed the letter to Jerome to see and then said, “Alex wants to meet me the day after tomorrow.”
Jerome frowned when his eyes fell on the date and time that the Crown Prince wanted to have the meeting on. He looked at the King and then said in a protesting manner, “But you have to attend the ceremony on that day. You cannot leave for the meeting.”
