Prince Thomas stared at Khan, but he didn't look back. Khan didn't need eyes to check his Uncle's response anyway and didn't feel like dealing with his worries now.
Lieutenant Dyester had a similar reaction. That was the first time he heard about Khan's will. In retrospect, it made sense, but the Lieutenant still didn't like how it sounded.
"Of course, My Prince," Prince Thomas quickly promised, earning himself a glare from Lieutenant Dyester.
Prince Thomas didn't address the glare, and Khan also ignored it when it fell on him. The arrangements were finally done. It was only a matter of implementing them now.
"Get to work," Khan ordered. "Call me when it's time for the conference."
Khan departed without saluting Prince Thomas and Lieutenant Dyester. He reappeared in the corridor and randomly picked a direction. Theoretically, he had nothing else to do, but spending time among people didn't feel right.
