In a lavishly decorated room within the grandeur of the royal palace, a lone figure occupied an elegant chair. Lucas Neotaro, the envoy from the recently ascended Despot, stood in contemplative silence. His sharp eyes traversed the intricate details of the room's decorations, his gaze drifting over the ornate tapestries, the shimmering chandeliers, and the polished marble floors that bespoke Sicilian opulence.
As he observed his surroundings, his fingers maintained a restless rhythm, drumming gently over the fabric of his thigh. His thoughts were a whirlwind of anticipation and hope, tinged with a hint of anxiety. Lucas had been chosen for a crucial mission—to convey his despot's congratulations and to seek the possibility of restoring amicable relations between the realms of Epirus and Sicily.
