William walked through the long corridors of the Elven Imperial Palace while remaining deeply absorbed in his thoughts.
His arms were crossed over his chest and his head looked down at the flawless glossy floor, every now and then he let out a quiet sigh as he recalled everything he had learned from Logan during the interrogation.
The palace around him was as magnificent as ever, with its elegant architecture and pristine decorations, but he paid very little attention to his surroundings. His mind was occupied entirely by the information he had extracted before Logan's death.
The outcome had not surprised him.
Once Logan had outlived his usefulness, there had never been any realistic possibility that Selena would allow him to continue living. The man had betrayed the empire, plotted against the throne, and willingly allied himself with dangerous forces whose motives remained unclear. William had expected Selena to carry out judgment personally, and she had done exactly that.
