King Kniaz looked at Adriana, his future daughter-in-law. The girl who had boldly taken advantage of the fact about his other son. He took a deep breath and turned his attention from the maid back to his son.
Now he felt the familiar feeling of the first time he met Cyril. When the young man in restraints got off the prisoner's cart. He had thought how much this young man resembled his great-grandfather.
"Is that all?"
He knew that the young man, his son who had just been found a few minutes ago, was very clumsy. This young man was like a child being given a bowl of hot soup. Very careful to say anything for fear that the soup would tip over and hurt him.
"I don't remember much. I don't even remember my mother's face. I'm not someone who has the special ability to remember everything at a glance. I'm stupid!" Then Cyril chuckled quietly.
Perhaps the young man hoped his chuckle would break the ice.
