“I’m just here to deliver a message from Beta Daniel.” Tobias declared. His hands were sweating, but he resisted the urge to flex them or wipe them on his pants.
When the Prince made no move to object, Tobias thrust the envelope he was holding forward.
“The Beta wanted me to tell you that there would be no changes to the plans for the celebratory ball.” Tobias said. “Prince Lawrence is expected to keep up his end of the deal. Whatever that means.”
Tobias coughed, feeling terribly awkward at being put in the middle of things, but there was nothing to do for it now. At least he managed to deliver the message without stumbling over his words.
“I see.” Prince Reginald replied with a dusty sigh. He looked tired, but so did everyone. “I’ll have a talk with Lawrence.”
They stared at each ot
