The longer their exchange went on, the more the nobles trembled. There was no mistaking it. The Dragonslayer had indeed sworn himself to the Elven Princess.
"He treated the King like an underling, and now he's the Elven Grand Duke's son-in-law?"
"What the hell is going on here?"
The nobles' mental calculations had long since short-circuited. This development was well beyond their ability to comprehend.
Unfortunately for them, the surprises weren't over yet. Another shocking interaction was about to unfold.
"Sir… I mean, Sylas," Rey said as she approached.
"Rey, all done with your business? No interest in chatting with the people of the West while you're here?" Sylas asked.
"No need for me to speak when I have representatives to do that for me," Rey replied, glancing at a nearby noble.
The person she looked at was Gerard Cataldi, who had previously tried to flirt with her. As the representative of his aging patriarch, Gerard was trembling like a leaf as he bowed deeply.
