Meeting!

The door closed softly behind him. For a moment, there was silence in the room. Thorn's gaze lingered on the door Harry had exited through, and his composed expression gradually shifted into one of sharp calculation.

"Your Excellency," a voice broke the silence, coming from a young man standing by the wall. He looked genuinely moved. "That young man, he's quite the filial child, isn't he? The sadness on his face just now… he was on the verge of tears."

Thorn turned toward him, a bemused smile creeping onto his face. "You think he's truly grieving?"

"Isn't he?" The young man tilted his head, confused. "It seemed genuine. His voice, his demeanor; it was all so… sincere."