King Conradin, sitting regally in his opulent chamber, contemplated the delicate negotiations before him. A servant approached, bearing a beautifully adorned tray with an ornate cup filled with crimson wine.
With a measured nod, King Conradin accepted the cup, his fingers deftly wrapping around its stem. He brought the chalice to his lips, savoring the rich aroma of the wine. The crimson liquid flowed smoothly, and he took a thoughtful sip.
After setting the cup down, he remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Lucas. The envoy could feel the weight of the king's scrutiny, knowing that the next moments could shape the outcome of this high-stakes diplomatic encounter.
''Now that we have dealt with the request made to ease the pain of the family of Philip, it is time to l to the demand to placate my anger'' Conradin said calmly.
