"Sir, Prince Dominick and Prince Gabriel are here to see you," announced a house servant, bowing slightly at the doorway of Emerson Vitiello's study.
Emerson looked up from the documents spread before him, his brows lifting slightly, not in surprise at Dominick's visit, but at the presence of Gabriel.
Setting the papers aside, he rose promptly. "I'll see them now," he said and followed the servant to the front sitting room.
"Your Highnesses," Emerson greeted respectfully with a slight bow of his head. "It's an honor."
Dominick returned the gesture with a polite smile. "Mr. Vitiello, we'd like to discuss something of importance, privately, if possible. Perhaps in your study?"
"Of course. Please, this way," Emerson said. He guided them down the hall and into the quiet sanctity of his study, closing the door behind them.
Gabriel didn't wait as he took the seat closest to the desk while Dominick remained standing, allowing the host to settle first.
