142 Chapter 142. An aide's dilemma

"Greetings, your Highness." Peter said, with his head bowed and bending at waist, completely at mercy of the ruler of the empire.

Alexander was there standing at the entrance of the dining room, staring intensely at the young boy, who wasn't supposed be here right at this moment.

Peter was now sweating. His simple robes, which were easily allowing enough air to cool his body, were feeling so heavy and constricted right now. He was feeling being closed off right now. The heavy and piercing gaze of the Emperor was the definite reason for it.

Peter couldn't even raise his head. He knew this moment would eventually come. But, he was preparing for prepared confrontation. Not sudden one, like this. He was tongue tied, didnt know what to say.