{Third Person}
Carefully, Jasper helped Alexander to his feet, supporting most of his weight without making it obvious.
Then, step by step, they moved out of the empty banquet grounds and toward the carriage waiting outside.
Every movement seemed to cost Alexander something. But he didn't make a sound.
Once they reached the carriage, Jasper steadied him and helped him inside before stepping back. Then he mounted his horse, positioning himself beside it. With a signal, the carriage moved.
As they departed, Jasper's gaze remained forward, but his thoughts churned. 'His Highness had gone too far tonight.'
He felt that the Alpha Prince killing that dancer in the middle of a state banquet… in front of the King was reckless and dangerous. And yet…
Jasper exhaled slowly. If the Alpha had shown even the slightest remorse—just a fraction—the King might have let it pass. After all, he was still his beloved son.
But Alexander was Alexander.
