"We received the letter from His Majesty Lucan," said the trusted butler as he slowly bowed to King Corvus. "I apologize for disturbing your rest, Your Majesty, but I was sure you would want to know. "
King Corvus straightened, his robe falling behind him, his eyes thin. "Tell me what it says."
The butler nodded slowly, then opened the scented scroll. He knew how much the King of Nela hated being read to word for word, so for the next few seconds, he let his eyes skim over the words, before he closed it and turned towards the already seething king.
"He says that he would make the trip to you in three days. He would like for you to grant him an audience."
It was certainly not what he was expecting, and his brow raised as he looked down at the scroll.
"Does he want to come and beg for h
