Octavian walked slowly to the section of the colosseum reserved for nobles. His eyes roved around the place and all he could see were idiots, milling around and exchanging excited words.
He almost spat in disappointment. Fools who think themselves better just for being born to a lord. They couldn't see that they were no better than the commoners they refuse to rub shoulders with.
He paused as one of the idiotic nobles bumped into him, muttered an apology and kept walking and chattering with his friends.
Octavian looked down at the place he'd been touched before looking up in contempt. He was tempted to just burn the whole place down but no. He held himself back. He had to keep a low profile.
He was here to kill the king, not a bug that didn't know its place.
While he knew that the king was already aware that the Rank 5 artifact in one of his outer vaults had been stolen, that was no cause for concern. The king would want to keep the fact that he had been robbed quiet.
