A man, with a physique like that of an Elfagos, golden eyes, and silver hair, now stood to greet Prince Aerus. He was Zure, or better called Prince Zure, a prince of the Zunik Kingdom, the third son of King Zurader.
Beside him stood Princess Amea, who was from the Metakum Race. As Robus explained, and as Prince Aerus knew all along, the princess had a gesture and expression like steel which was both firm and hard. She smiled minimally. The only best service she could do was provide what the royal guests needed.
The Metakum race showed more action than speech.
"Welcome, Your Majesty." Prince Zure bowed very politely, his royal clothes dangling and crashing onto the marble floor of the palace. Currently, they were in the palace belonging to the Prince of Zure, which was a magnificent building with a futuristic and aesthetic design.
"I hope you are comfortable with your journey here." Prince Zure continued. He nodded at Ylire, indirectly asking her to leave.
