By the time the jet cleared Veyra's airspace, Duncan had reconsidered his decision to swear loyalty to Nero at least six times.
Not because Nero had mistreated him.
That might have been simpler.
Instead, the Saharian crown prince had acquired him in the middle of a knife fight, accepted his allegiance with almost insulting ease, helped him into a helicopter, ordered his wounds treated, then boarded a private jet carrying an unconscious Draxilian prince as though this qualified as a relatively productive morning.
Duncan was beginning to suspect his understanding of royal households had been unnecessarily conventional.
