Ishtun´s eyes followed the entrancing sway of the vaporous gown that the woman wore as she rapidly left the place, a silly smile plastered on his lips while he watched her walk away until the sound of his involuntary guest clearing his throat and anticlimactically breaking the moment made him sigh.
-I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Grace – The prisoner mockingly said, looking at him with a mixture of condescension and boredom – But I just heard you say that we were having a chat... So, if you don’t mind, I would like to know why I have been summoned to your presence with so little tact and in such a hurry by those two?
-Of course – The monarch replied with a sarcastic sneer, taking the seat that one of his men had placed behind him and gesturing for the other one to help Maldor on his feet –
