“They will keep on getting on your nerves, you can not give in, in the time of the Mad lord it was worse.” Tristan blinked looking at the man before her. He was shocked to hear such words from a person who was the personal guard of the previous Emperor.
“Sir, aren’t you being too different? You just denounced the previous Emperor as sane.” He loudly patted his shoulder again and laughed out loud.
“Forget the past, that was worrying for me. I want to look at the future and looking at those grumbling faces it seems to be working well.” Tristan arched an eyebrow and watched from Marcus to the aristocrats. The procession line slowly moved to the entrance. They were clearing quickly.
“But there is no sign of the Rante party. Are we being late on the day of their hearing?” Marcus asked lowering his voice.