Bab 186: Subtle Brewing Feud.

A knock followed by the voice of one of the guards outside announcing the arrival of the royal tailor brought a stop to the intense gaze between Perdita and Sthena.

Perdita was quick to school her expression, adjusting her sitting position as Sthena gave his order to permit the tailor in.

The tailor, a man in his late forties with his bag hung across his shoulders entered the courtroom with cautious steps, knowing he was in the presence of the King. His black eyes darted around the room in slight apprehension.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" The royal tailor bowed his head deeply and respectfully at the king, his back looking as if they would break to Perdita.

"Thomas," Sthena called, gaining the man's attention and he swiftly stood upright, his hands clasped in front of him, eagerly waiting to take the King's order as he would inevitably get a mouthwatering job.