Chapitre 284: The Word is mightier than the steel

In a dimly lit chamber of the prince's grand palace, two men sat at a simple wooden table, their eyes focused on the plates of food before them. The room was adorned with tapestries and paintings, showing the wealth and power of the prince's 'legitimate' lineage. The younger of the two envoys, Francesoo, couldn't help but cast subtle glances towards his older companion, Giovanni da Procida.

Francesco was a man in his late twenties, with sharp features and an air of youthful energy. He had a fervent desire to prove himself, and his gaze frequently flitted towards Giovanni, who sat across from him. Giovanni, on the other hand, was a seasoned diplomat in his fifties, with graying hair and a calm, thoughtful demeanor.