That knock on the grand palace doors destroyed the oldest prince more than words alone ever could. Maybe the knock didn’t do it all on its own but the entire demeanor of the guards definitely did it. He was called towards the doors after it being answered and in front of him stood two close friends of that man who lived for his bakery. They couldn’t meet the eyes of the prince and they told him all he needed to know. Along with him, all they could do was cry.