Enzo felt a bit different when he woke up.
The feeling was difficult to name. It was not pain, nor was it fear. It was more like restlessness, the lingering discomfort of a thought that would not leave him alone. He could not take his mind off the conversation he had had with his father a few days ago. Ever since then, something had felt off.
And with the uproar in the kingdom growing worse by the day, that strange feeling in him had only deepened.
He had begun to notice things more clearly now. The looks. The pauses in conversation whenever Adrian's name came up. The subtle murmurs from nobles, servants, and warriors alike. No one had openly said it in front of him, but Enzo could feel it brewing under the surface. People were beginning to whisper about the removal of the crown prince.
It was subtle, but it was there.
