Princes Oath

Julian Saint Clair stood in his opulent penthouse, the soft glow of the city lights barely reaching the

shadows of his dimly lit sanctuary. The body of his loyal servant lay motionless on the floor, a pool of

blood staining the marble beneath. Julian's heart raced, not with fear, but with a familiar blend of rage

and sorrow. His mind whirled as he knelt beside the lifeless figure, his senses heightened, absorbing

every detail.

This wasn't just a murder; it was a message.

The servant had been his confidant for decades, privy to secrets that could shatter the fragile peace

Julian had maintained with the human world. As he stared down at the body, an instinctual dread

coursed through him. He knew he needed help-but from whom?

When the doorbell rang, Julian reluctantly turned away from the scene. He opened the door to find

Ruby

Singh, a private investigator known for her tenacity and sharp wit. She stood before him, arms crossed,

her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, eyes piercing and unyielding.

"Mr. Saint Clair," she said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "I'm here about the

case."

Julian couldn't mask his irritation. "You don't know what you're dealing with, Ms. Singh."

"And you don't know me," Ruby shot back, stepping inside. "Let's start with the facts."

Julian raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. This woman was fearless, and in his world, that

was

a rare trait.