The official round table metting! (2)

"Can I make a suggestion, your grace," said Duke Silverthorne. His silver blonde hair was neatly matted to the back of his head.

"You may," said the King. His one foot was on the chair he was sitting on, and his hand rested on the knee. It was very un Kingly like, but that was who he was.

And nobody seemed to bother to question it like it is a common occurrence. After all, why should they care about how the King behaved?

"Duke Zadkiel's second son, Damien Von Zadkiel, is regarded as the hero in the Aurore Island. Why don't we send him as a part of the delegation? Wouldn't they welcome him and have more trust in him than some unknown person coming from another Kingdom?"

The King looked thoughtful. "That does sound like a good idea, actually." He said.

"Sending Damien is foolishness," protested the father. "He doesn't know how the politics works. They will only gain more information rather than us gaining anything valuable."