On the carriage ride to the Silent Court, Tristan tried to calm his nerves. 'Unlike the deal with my father, this time I'm not sure how His Highness will react.'
When they arrived at the entrance, a butler stood silently to the side. He wore the same impassive expression as ever, but he bowed a little deeper upon seeing Velin.
Led by the butler, Velin and Tristan walked down a long corridor to meet the master of the estate in his study once more.
The study door was pushed open. Prince Willandar was standing before a massive floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the Royal Capital.
Hearing the sound, he turned, his deep, penetrating gaze locking directly onto Velin.
"I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon." The Prince offered Velin a kind smile.
Velin bowed, then gestured behind him. Four guards struggled to carry in a metal chest, setting it down heavily on the floor with a dull thud.
