Umar wasted no time. He quickly approached the dais and climbed the stairs. “It is so wonderful to see you were successful in your acquisition of the throne, King Basilias.” Umar kneeled and took Flath’s hand and kissed his signet ring.
Flath squelched the urge to pull his hand away from the small man’s wet lips. “You are well come, King Umar, I assure you.”
Umar stood up and looked at Flath with a humble expression on his face. “Had I known you were a Basilias, my lord, I would have never sent my army after you and your men. My most humble apologies.” The small man broke out in a sweat.
Flath wanted to laugh. He knew the only reason Yellow Island did not come to Baobh’s aid again was that of Rhiannon’s threat. “Your apologies are accepted.”
“I bring you many gifts!” His chubby violet
