Lyle had imagined himself sitting at a table with the two princesses, enduring Her Highness Kayla's sarcasm under Queen Lina's fierce onslaught. Or sitting with his two granddaughters, receiving thanks from the former kings along with their seemingly fierce stares.
However, the current situation was not as such, or to put it another way, it wouldn't be as Lyle had anticipated, at least for now.
Lyle sat alone in the pavilion, surrounded by armored behemoths and elderly men in heavy gear. The Dreya Knights had taken Lyle away before their former king and queen spoke. And now, they formed a wall of people around him, scrutinzing his entire body with discerning gazes, as if their straightforward stares wished to strip him bare.
"Um... gentlemen?"
