"A man that stabs another for you will make no hesitation to redeem you of your breath, should it benefit him"
~
Estate of Ambassadors,
The Capital City of Viricove,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Fair Noon,
Second Tuesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
Sir Jaycob Israel Oreius fastened the ring of his capes to the fobs on the other end, securing the mantle about his shoulders. He clenched his jaws, staring at his reflection intently. He was most presentable to stand ground before the King.
However, it was the reason that was unsettling.
