Prince Valon, too, grew curious as to who exactly was the object of Melania's anticipation. Shifting his green eyes from her tense face to the people before them, he tried to guess which one among them could be titled as the princess's intimate friend.
Unfortunately, he did not have enough time to succeed in that mission.
"Your Highness?" Sir Kamil, one of the Holy Knights close to the chief paladin of the Holy Church, stood behind Valon's chair and addressed him in a rather secretive manner. "His Reverence asked for a word with you."
Valon stretched his thin lips into an ominous grin and nodded,
"Of course, please tell His Reverence that I will meet him on the terrace."
"Yes, Your Highness."
As Sir Kamil disappeared as discreetly as he appeared, the prince rose from his chair and bowed to his parents, offering them his explanation.
