Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Marco’s POV

"But there is still one minor issue," a voice said from behind me.

Startled, I turned around to find one of my advisors standing there, his expression grave yet determined. I motioned for him to continue, my curiosity piqued by his words.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice steady but tinged with concern.

The advisor hesitated for a moment before speaking, his gaze fixed on mine. "Your Highness, while it is crucial to recover the stolen weapons, we must also consider the risk of arousing suspicion if all of us were to leave the palace. Your father, the King, is astute and observant. He will surely notice our absence and inquire about our activities."

His words hit me like a heavy blow. He was right. We couldn't afford to raise any alarm or draw unnecessary attention to our mission. My friend, Michael, stepped forward, his brows furrowed in deep thought.

"Perhaps we could devise a plan that allows us to investigate and retrieve the weapons without leaving t