A Court Made Of Spies

Ezra entered the top floor of Caspian Tower for another meeting, one of the responsibilities of being a prince.

The roundtable was where it had always been, its polished surface reflecting the light of the grand chandeliers above. However, only one person was already seated.

Prince Vance. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, idly toying with the silver ring on his finger.

Ezra took his seat without hesitation, tilting his head towards Vance confidently. "Early, or did you just not have anywhere better to be?"

Vance smirked. "A little of both. I do enjoy watching the new arrivals, you know." he paused. "You're a fascinating one, Ezra. Tell me, how are you adjusting to your new… position?"

Ezra allowed a faint smile but didn't give much away. "I manage."