Though Max was a commoner, his position was precarious. As one of Sylas's most trusted men, he wielded considerable influence; a single report from him could spell the downfall of a noble house. Thus, addressing him as a mere commoner wasn't something Leon could risk.
"Ordinarily, it would have been right to consult you first, Sir Sylas, but the situation didn't allow for that. There were those who, unaware of Max's standing, might have made a grave error otherwise."
An honorary title was a compromise—a nominal status that ensured Max wouldn't be disrespected in public.
Sylas nodded in understanding. "Fair enough."
"Thank you for your understanding."
A moment later, the door swung open with a bang. Although it was an unceremonious entrance, no one was inclined to rebuke it.
"My lord! My lords and lady!"
"Max…!"
