Skanderbeg's gaze, sharp and unwavering, met Antonius's. "I have not come for idle performance, Your Majesty. I seek something of great importance."
Antonius, weary from a procession of requests from various monarchs and delegates, inquired with a resigned sigh, "What is it you desire, Your Excellency?"
Skanderbeg's intense gaze softened as he glanced at his son. "Age weighs upon me, I am now already an old man, losing the ability of wielding my blade as time passes day by day, yet my son , my precious son Gjon Kastrioti remains unready to rule. He yet lacks the wisdom and martial prowess needed to defend our land against any inside or outside threats and maintain peace and stability inside the realm. I ask of you, let him be a knight in your court, to learn the art of war and governance. In return, I offer my service as your general, my army at your disposal, and in turn, your protection over Albania."
