CHAPTER THIRTY – FOUR

“I was able to find the enemy’s camp.” The young man eagerly declared as he stretched the map before them. His hazel eyes were dancing with unrestrained joy, as if the discovery was something that created a sense of fulfillment for him.

“Um, Lord Dalton?” Jenny approached the table warily.

“Oh, I forgot. Krystian, these are the representatives from the kingdom of Durin. This is Prince Lysander of Gildan, Lady Jenny and Lady Rhea of the Illuvian Army. Ladies and gentleman, may I present my son and heir, Lord Krystian of the High Council of Cambria.” Lord Dalton introduced rather pompously but his pride was evident. Lysander’s eyes widened.

“Ian? My word, you’ve grown!” He exclaimed before clasping the other’s shoulder.

Auria remembered that the prince was supposed to rescue a friend or cousin or something. She smirked. It seems that this man can rescue himself just fine.