Chapter 48 Discretion

• "What is this?" Frederick asked, containing the anger he felt at that moment.
• "Your Majesty, I'm sorry..." the timid man replied, "A man in the Royal Guard uniform, carrying a letter with your seal, went for the bandits who attacked you and your betrothed. Everything seemed to be in order, and my men did not hesitate to follow the written orders. We thought it was you’re doing."
• The Queen Mother rose as if driven by a greater force.