FREYA
“King Seth Damien Delgar of Dairon!” the herald announces and we all bow in respect. The king looks exactly as I remember him – with an aura of strength and power surrounding him. His silver beard is perfectly trimmed and his frock coat is similar to Troy’s with even more orders and decorations on it. His sharp gaze lands on his son, and then on me. But he quickly waves his hand, letting us take our places and the servants start to bring out the dishes.
The conversation at the table flows but I do not take any part in it. I want to ask the ambassador more about this Winter person in his Kingdom. But there is absolutely zero opportunity for it since he is talking either to the king or to Duke Asmir most of the time. And to interrupt them would be simply rude.
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