Lord Deamon watched the Prince, petrified. What is the heir of the Crown doing here, in his house? It could not be a coincidence.
- Your Highness, please follow me; you should not stay in the hall. - Lord said politely after the first shock passed.
Christoper nodded his head in agreement.
Deamon led him to the spacious lounge with comfortable leather couches and a massive fireplace on one of the walls. There were portraits of the ancestors on the walls and a few cabinets filled with books.
- You have a beautiful home. - Christoper said, looking around.- It looks so warm and cozy.
- I am glad you like it, Your Highness. Can I offer you anything to drink? - Lord asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.
- It is very kind of you. I do not want to cause you a problem. - Christoper
