He was sitting squarely in his seat, his eyes making constant contact with hers. His answer seemed genuine and his tone posed no threat. “ The matter is such, Princess, that I must put my people before all else.”Īymeri tried to size him up. What asset could a narcissistic prince, of some unheard-of country, be? Aymeri rolled her eyes at the voice in her head, who clearly did not know what she was talking about. “ And yet, how sorry can you truly be if you have called for this appointment on the day when you knew my mother was to be laid to rest.” Easy Princess, he is an asset. “I am profusely sorry about the beloved Queen’s untimely death, Princess Aymeri.” Prince Drystan briefly bowed his head before looking directly at Aymeri. “Ser Parzival informed me that it was crucial we meet today, though I cannot fathom what you could possibly need me for that is more urgent than laying my dead mother to rest.” She could not fathom why it was so urgent for him to meet her today.Īfter dismissing Ser Parzival, she held out a hand toward the seat opposite her and waited for Prince Drystan to get comfortable before leaning forward. It wasn’t too long before Ser Parzival knocked on the door, then introduced her to Prince Drystan of Bréîn. Sighing, she straightened her clothes, adorned yet again in the colors of mourning, then found herself parchment and a fountain pen-the ink clearly fresh she’d have to thank Ser Parzival for that-and folded her hands as she had seen her parents do countless of times as they waited.
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