To take down a prince

Aric pushed open the heavy doors to his study, the flickering candlelight spilling into the grand room as he strode in. His steps were steady, almost leisurely, but there was a coiled energy in the way he moved—like a predator that had just tasted blood.

The close members of his court—Serina, Lerai, Borag, Twitcher, and Alan—were already gathered inside, their faces a mix of anticipation and unease. They looked up as he entered, their conversations cutting off mid-sentence.

"Well?" Serina asked, her sharp green eyes locking onto him. "Was it worth the risk?"

Aric smirked as he approached the large desk dominating the center of the room. Without a word, he raised his hand, and with a soft shimmer, the stolen documents spilled out from his inventory, forming a neatly stacked pile on the polished wood. The sight of them made his court lean forward, curiosity lighting up their faces.