"In that case, I'll take my leave, Your Majesty."
Roswell clasped his hands and bowed respectfully.
Ragan gave a slight nod, and Roswell turned to leave.
As he opened the door, he found a tall, handsome young man with black hair standing outside.
"Prince Nolan?"
Roswell froze for a brief moment.
Nolan smiled and greeted him.
"Good afternoon, Prime Minister. How are you?"
Roswell quickly composed himself, stepped outside, and quietly closed the door behind him.
"I'm doing well. How about you?"
"I'm doing well, too. By the way..."
Nolan glanced at the door behind Roswell.
"Is my father inside?"
Roswell nodded.
"He is. Are you here to see him?"
"Yes. Would you mind stepping aside?"
Roswell immediately moved aside, allowing Nolan to open the door and step inside.
As soon as Nolan disappeared into the room, Roswell's expression turned solemn.
"What's he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be in the eastern region?" he wondered.
