At the sight of the group performing a collective bow, Ptolomy leaned back on his throne with a small smile before gesturing with his hand, "Haha, get up! Get up! Quick!"
"We are all friends here. No need to stand in ceremony."
It seemed at least his mannerism and speech had improved.
And he was especially in a good mood upon laying his eyes on the Queen Mother and Hellma, both of whom seemed radiant and well.
"Thank you, Your Grace," The group got up saying such, and after a few bits of small pleasantries such as him asking Alexander about him and his family, they were excused with Ptolomy saying,
"You must all be tired. Please rest. We have prepared the best Adhan luxuries has to offer to comfort you."
And as Alexander turned around to leave the throne room after bidding the king goodbye, he very accurately felt most of the gazes of the nobles present in the court fall on him. all of which seemed to contain all sorts of emotions in them.
