Owen Bertram observed that the four princes sat side by side, surrounded by their many followers. Each group radiated a formidable presence. He, on the other hand, stood alone.
Somehow, through underhanded tactics, all the seats around the princes were occupied. In other words, there was no place left for Master Owen.
Unfazed, Master Owen casually strolled over and sat next to Master Lane.
Master Lane and Master Dunn were seated together, surrounded by the high-ranking court officials. Owen's presence there seemed... apt. He did have the qualifications. A comparison was instantly made. The power and prestige conferred on the princes by their status paled in comparison to Owen's contributions to the state.
So who was really at an uncomfortable position?
The expressions on the four princes' faces changed instantly, but the Saintess of North Ice timely noticed this. Rising from her seat, she announced in a melodious voice, "My princes... and Master Owen, please pay attention."
