"With Your Grace's permission, I will excuse myself first." Neveah added.
She waited to receive Jian's nod of consent which he gave.
Neveah lowered her head to a bow and then took her leave from the tent, magnanimously allowing the lord dragons the privacy they required to deliberate in her absence.
Clearly, Jian did not appreciate or welcome Neveah's presence or involvement all that much...or at all.
"His Grace will consider it, you can be sure of that." A familiar voice assured Neveah and Neveah turned over, surprised to find Dante.
The young man was leaned against a sword rack not so far from King Jian's tent and it did not seem like he had just arrived.
"Are you... eavesdropping on His Grace?!" Neveah demanded with a frown.
"Oh no, I just happened to hear your last few words."
"Besides, His Grace knows I was out here. My presence could not escape his notice even if I tried." Dante replied with a casual shrug.
