Levi strode into the hall, his piercing gaze sweeping across the room. Prince Filo, sitting in the main seat, held a glass of red wine and offered an awkward smile, waving his hands placatingly.
He was all too familiar with the temperament of the Lord of High Cliff Castle. The man would actually dare to beat up a Prince of Debei in the middle of the street.
With Martial Arts skills barely enough to fell a barefoot farmer, he would be nothing but a wooden target to be toyed with at will in the other man's hands.
The Royal Court emissary standing nearby, however, appeared rather anxious, clearly made awkward by Filo's remarks.
"Lord Levi, you've returned at last." Fortunately, the emissary was a perceptive man. He hurried forward and bowed respectfully. "His Majesty the King has sent me to invite you to the Royal Palace. The delegation from Talisi has arrived."
