The old man stood in front of Drayce, putting a certain distance between them, eyeing the young king with a gloating expression. He only had eyes for Drayce, ignoring the rest of the intruders. His evil smile and his eyes full of pride showed how self-satisfied he was to achieve what he wanted.
"Your presence is a pleasant surprise, Your Majesty...or should I say, I was not surprised at all?"
The old man signaled with his fingers, and two soldiers behind him dragged an injured man, only to throw it in front of Drayce.
Drayce recognized the man. He was one of his own men, a spy he had sent to collect secret information about the Thevailes army.
"This spy, do you think we wouldn't capture him?" the marquis asked.
"Good for you," Drayce replied.
