#Chapter 456 – Negotiations

Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside. “So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious. “What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion. “To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb –“ “Roger,” I sigh, shaking my head as I arrive at the head of the table but his face just breaks out into a grin. “What is it?” our father asks, looking between us. I know that he can tell from my serious face that something’s up, and from Roger’s joking one that it’s well enough under control that we don’t need to take major action now. “Don’t worry about it, dad,” I murmur, not wanting to get into it with the Atalaxian delegation already filtering into the room. “Prince Calvin