"Your Grace, you should know why I'm here today," the man with the wolf tattoo on his face said as he approached, bowing low.
But as Garet spoke, he was thrown off by the confusion he saw in William's eyes. Garet couldn't recall anyone with that face in the empire's embassy or the staff committee established by the duke.
"He's my esteemed guest and I'll explain the details later. Let's focus on the current situation."
Garet's gaze caught Floral's attention and she stepped forward to introduce herself before getting to the point.
"Garet, I know it's not my place, but I hope you can show a little more patience, especially when it comes to your son and other matters."
Floral's gaze flickered to Quayle who was tied up in front of the shrine.
Their eyes met and Floral's icy blue gaze sent shivers down the other man's spine, forcing him to turn away.
"But don't worry, I won't back down on my promise to you," Floral continued.
