“He seems very well mannered,” Maya said.
Dorian spotted the king speaking with another man from his throne. The seat sat above a set of eight small steps covered in wine red carpet, the stairs’ ivory hue spilling from the edges of crimson. The seat itself was adorned with a comfortable cushion of soft red fabric. The man speaking with the king bowed and headed for the door, giving Dorian a friendly nod as he passed. Dorian and the others came to a halt in front of the throne, waiting for the king to address them.
“To what do I own this encounter?” Diamos questioned.
“You know why, Diamos. We need your help,” Julius said, stepping closer.
Diamos’ interest suddenly piqued. He leaped to his feet energized and smiling. “Julius, you old codger, how have you been? It’s been too long!” The k
