“I am very well aware that you are the King and that I am in your territory, King Everard. I wasn’t trying to impose any authority on you.” Zenon, although agitated after repeating the same thing time and again, said in a polite manner.
It had already been three days since he arrived in the capital of Xanmar and two days since he had arranged this meeting with King Everard after discovering that the men he was looking for were in the King’s custody.
Now that he was finally attending the meeting, he was doing his best to persuade Everard to agree to his demands.
He leaned a little forward and tried his best to get through to the stubborn werewolf King. “I am simply trying to make you understand that if you don’t agree with our demands, the centuries-old truce that has been upholding the peace between our two nations will fall.”
“It won’t most definitely be broken from my side,” Everard rolled his eyes and answered harshly, not willing to give in to the vampires.
