The room fell silent as Duke Harrick's calculating gaze swept over David, sizing him up like prey under a predator's scrutiny. His lips curled in disdain as he turned to Count Nicalo, speaking loudly enough for the nearby nobles to hear.
"So this is the son of Lord Hilton?" Harrick asked with mock curiosity, his tone dripping with skepticism.
Count Nicalo smiled thinly, his demeanor measured. "Indeed, Your Grace. David has not only lived up to his father's reputation but surpassed expectations. He was granted the title Spross des Banners, a recognition reserved for those who wield strength akin to the elders of Aethelwarin."
Duke Harrick snorted derisively, his expression unchanging. "A fitting name to mask the shame of an untested pup. If it were me, I would have bestowed that honor upon the Blood Whale instead. At least that creature has proven its might in battle."
