บท 421: The Tower Sage

The Tower Sage gently marched into his receiving chamber, sort of like a lobby. The interior was marked with soft, exquisite chairs, with an aura of majesty that accentuated the aura of this man.

On the single and lead chair in the room was seated a young handsome man. His eyes were fierce and shaped like the gaze of an eagle, his hair was ashen white, and his face, although angular, was brimming with charm.

He raised his striking maroon eyes as the Tower Sage bowed before him, softly greeting.

"Your Highness."

"Guillever, take a seat. I have some pending matters to discuss with you." The prince gestured his hand towards the two-seat couch on his right-hand side.

As requested—even though it was his chambers—the Tower Sage, Guillever, moved towards the prince and sat exactly where he was asked to.

The prince wore a gentle smile upon his face as the two of them dined in silence for a couple of minutes.