After the match
"Your Majesty..." Braiden bowed politely as he bit his lower lip nervously. He knew that he could not go over his mother's head and talk to his Royal Father or uncle first. So, after the match between Keaton and Greyson was over, he swiftly walked over to her separate housing, the Hellebore Palace.
"Oh, Braiden, no need for such formalities. What brings you here to visit me?" Although her words were spoken nonchalantly, the coldness and alienation in her eyes and tone were evident. Flinching almost imperceptibly, Braiden coughed to clear his throat a little.
"I have something of great import to report. I thought it would be best to let Imperial Mother know first since it is related to the His Grace, Duke of Mendenhall."
