Jack, or rather Alex, had never met the crown prince. Everything he knew came from hearsay. People said the prince was kind, the type who truly cared for his kingdom and his people.
But Asmon knew better.
The prince was an ambitious man, the kind who'd scrub a floor like a maid if it helped him reach his goal.
Pride? He tossed that aside without hesitation.
It was a trait Asmon both respected and feared. A man like that would climb high, no doubt about it. But that also meant trusting him was out of the question.
If their goals lined up for now, sure, they could cooperate.
But long-term? Not a chance.
Asmon wouldn't trust his back to him for even a second.
If it served him, the prince would throw anyone under the cart without a second thought. That's what made Asmon uneasy.
There's no way to transport extar life, but information on the ruin?
The prince would find a way.
