Azazel POV
I left Lucielle's chambers without another word. The events in the royal court were still fresh in my mind, but I pushed them aside as I walked toward the reception hall.
Vaughn's visit was connected to the treaty, and I had no intention of allowing personal matters to interfere with it. The doors opened when I approached. Vaughn stood at the center of the hall with his advisers and several members of his royal guard.
He turned when I entered and smiled. "Azazel."
We exchanged the usual greeting before taking our seats. The treaty documents were placed on the table between us. Vaughn spoke about the trade routes between our territories, the protection of the borders, and the conditions his kingdom wanted included in the agreement.
I listened and responded when necessary
