Lord Eurenis, a man well into his fifties, with sharp, hawkish features and a knowing smirk, leaned forward, studying Robert with open amusement. His voice, laced with intrigue and mockery, broke through the silence.
"Well now," he said, his lips curling into a smirk, "I never imagined I would find the right hand of Prince Arkawatt among us.How long has it been?At least four years since we laid eyes on each other.."
Robert met his gaze without reaction. He didn't scoff, didn't frown, didn't even raise an eyebrow. He simply took in a slow, measured breath, as if steeling himself against the weight of old ghosts pressing in from the past.
