Chapter 217:The Mounteclair Ball XVIII

The room was silent as Duke sat cross-legged on the ballroom floor, his back straight and his expression solemn. The atmosphere shifted with his commanding tone. He looked out at the crowd, his voice carrying across the grand hall.

"I need all of you to close your eyes in silent prayer," Duke said, his words cutting through the whispers and gasps of the gathered crowd.

"Prayer?!" Valentin Barth exclaimed incredulously. "What good would prayer do? We must act! We must get this boy to a physician immediately!"

Duke turned his icy gaze toward Valentin, his voice calm yet filled with authority. "No. This is no ordinary boy. This is the nephew of the sitting king. And I believe that God Himself has not yet written him off. He wants him to stay alive."

Valentin stared at Duke, his mind racing with suspicion. He scanned Duke's demeanor, his gestures, his words, searching for any signs of deceit. The tension between the two was palpable.