Their host, nonchalantly seated on his royal seat, in the midst of wonders that breathed power, regarded them as coldly as the veils of black night that enveloped his kingdom. The room was rich with glitter and jewels. It was beautiful and icy in the reflection of this being sitting before us, looking at Myzon with such hardness mixed with admiration.
- It took you a long time to come here. The sovereign mocked him cruelly.
- Of course. The prince nodded calmly. Since you never left me the choice.
- It's a pity then, all that time wasted.
- I could never understand this contradiction you have. Myzon countered without any trouble, majestic, so much more than the sovereign who received them. You want me to come, but you did everything to make sure that it never happened. Why?
- You are
