Chapter 4

"Everyone wrote theirs down, but no one's handwriting looks the same," one courtier whispered.

"Think His Majesty will stop suspecting us now?" another murmured.

With the handwriting identification process yielding no results, Theodore waved his hand and ended the assembly.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Luckily, I always wrote with my left hand.

As I turned to leave with the others, Theodore suddenly called out, "Leo, stay behind."

I stared at the floor, nervously tapping my fingers.

Was Theodore still suspicious of me?

He studied me thoughtfully before asking, "Leo, was it you who threw the watermelon rind…