Even if that meant opposing his own brother.
Soren, after being brought from the North to the capital, was not kept within the palace walls for long. Instead, under strict secrecy, he was transported once more and this time far to the South, to a secluded village hidden deep within lands personally owned by the Crown Prince.
And only few even knew the place existed.
There, surrounded by quiet hills and distant from political eyes, stood a private villa reserved only for the Crown Prince's most confidential affairs. It was peaceful… isolated and unreachable unless one knew precisely where to look.
That was where Soren was taken.
He remained unconscious when he arrived, just as he had been for days. Currently, the healers could not even give a clear explanation. His condition was stable, his breathing was steady, yet he did not wake. No wound alone could explain it and no poison could be confirmed.
It was as though he just… refused to wake up and Caelum did not understand it.
