Servyn was momentarily not surprised when most of the noble men and ministers brought respectable gifts for him as though they were celebrating his birthday.
He gave them stiff smiles and nods while his entire focus was on the grand entrance. His eyes literally glued there and always got distracted by a new one with a new present.
A famous merchant came forward with an enclosed silver rectangular receptacle in his possession. He smiled.
Servyn almost felt like rolling his eyes. Why do they keep repeating the same smiles over and over again when he knew they were fake. It tired him out seriously.
"Here, Your Highness, is a great gift that I know is worthy of your collection." The man began, stretching the box out to him.
Servyn casted a nonchalant look at the man before he accepted it.
"Thank you." He plainly interjected, dropping the box on the table beside him with not even a single enthusiasm for opening it up.
