"The timing is just right..."
In the tavern, a young man with light golden hair and a tall figure slowly rose from a corner, offering a wry smile at those uninvited guests, "Would you like something to drink?"
Rebo shook his head gravely and walked slowly to his younger brother, whispering, "Father never liked you hanging around places like this, yet you went ahead and opened a tavern in the old district."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wasn't wearing his usual ornate armour today but was dressed in a long robe with a purple base and golden patterns, his shoulders draped with a wine-red cape bearing the Violet Family crest, exuding an air of dignified luxury, and authoritative presence. Coupled with the imperial aura he was born with, even just by standing calmly there, his presence was enough to fill the entire tavern.
