"Nephew." Aleksander walked over tapping Oskars's shoulder. The two gave a knowing look and a subtle shake of the head from Oskar was all he needed to understand that he couldn't find anything. "And you are?" Horace gave a deep bow.
"Jedrick Mikos, your Grace." He spoke full of politeness but dealing with Aleksandeer was something he didn't particularly wish to do right now.
"The Mikos family. I didn't think you would come to the capital. Forgive me but your family is small." Horace gave a smile and said nothing. "Tell me. How is your father? It's a shame the count could not come after all."
"My father is fine." Horace began to recall all the information he knew of the Mikos family. "He believed it was best for me to come here and learn things that he did not have the privilege to do." Aleksander nodded.
