Impervious of the spider's web his daughter was slowly building to entrap his wife, Emperor Helio stood on the balcony with his hands clasped behind his back. Trained footsteps belying an extensive training background echoed behind him.
"Your Majesty," Harold said, "The Lord Protector has arrived at the palace."
"Bring him in," Emperor Helio ordered indifferently, not shifting from his position.
But Harold did not leave just yet. "He has brought his son as well," the faithful aide added.
This time, the emperor cast one look over his shoulder.
"The lame one?" he asked bluntly.
"Ah yes. The one that uses a wheelchair, Your Majesty," Harold replied.
Hearing this, the emperor lost immediate interest. But on account of his oldest friend, he added, "Make sure he comes to no accident in the palace."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The door to his office closed, only to open again minutes later.
