"The title of the Guardian is much like the Star Robe I'm wearing, just a more honorable title, Your Highness. I believe you're expecting too much from me." Chekin hesitated for a moment before rejecting the seemingly tempting proposition. He was joking! After all, he was a lord and a noble in the Bimon Kingdom. It was okay to meddle in some trivial matters secretly, but when it came to interfering with the internal power struggles of the elves, Chekin lacked the confidence of his High Priest Lord Mourinho.
"If modesty became a hindrance for you, we, the Moore family, wish to earn your true friendship, a higher friendship than the Drows. My king, Shangkeli, has a 120-year-old princess. If Lord Richard doesn't mind, I can ...…" Prince Benitez was interrupted by Chekin before he could finish his sentence.
