He hadn't realized just how much progress had been made regarding the rebellion, the Crown Prince, or the political power struggle surrounding them.
And why would he?
His father and Sylas heavily restricted his access to newspapers.
He rarely ever left the estate.
For someone like him, whose entire world was contained within the walls of the Di Malvento mansion, information was the rarest and most unreachable commodity of all.
He knew it was a problem.
But he had never imagined it was this bad.
"...Feh."
A tiny, breathy sound escaped him as he exhaled the breath he'd been holding.
Taking another deep breath, he steeled himself.
—No.
This is a rare chance.
If I can hear them, I should listen.
Determined, Rocco strained his ears, focusing back on the conversation inside.
"Master, I believe it's time to seriously consider the matter… regarding your sons' future alliances."
Sons…? Alliances?