"Thank you for the meal, Your Honor."
"Oh dear, the pleasure is all ours, isn't that right, Brent?" the previous First Magistrate said happily to the aging but still sprightly butler, "After many millennia, our humble manor has finally welcomed a member of the Imperial Monarch of Pax. This is really an honor beyond words!"
Brent just looked at me sadly as he uncorked a bottle of champagne from the famed wine vault of House Mycenae, "A pity His Imperial Highness is too young to enjoy our vault's finest. Well, just a few more years and you will surely can."
"Speaking of years, how many years since Morris has brought you here up north?" Mrs Zenaira asked curiously after letting her butler pour her liquor, "He is way too overprotective of you if you are going to ask me."
I nodded and smile
