Alexander's heart danced craftily upon hearing that the nobles swear that they will consider the crown prince Philips's words as Perseus's.
This was exactly what he wanted.
For it meant that finally he could have a fruitful discussion about the terms of surrender with Philips without the nobles able to later use the excuse that Philips was not the king and so his word did not count.
Alexander had not staged any of this discussion, but he certainly had tried to cleverly steer the conversation along that route.
And it worked.
Hence with the noble's promise at last in his hand, it was on one fateful afternoon that the Pasha finally invited the Crown Prince to his study.
"*Creak*" Gently opening the door with a slow, deliberate push, Philips entered the sun bathed room with steady steps, his head held high.
