Intertwined Destiny

“Xanmar?” Everard’s interest instantly peaked when he heard that the young man was from his Kingdom.

“Yes. You’ve been to Xanmar before?” Lorenzo asked while leaning a little forward. He was still waiting for Everard to shake his hand.

Everard, however, stared at Lorenzo for quite a while without answering or returning his greeting.

He noticed how Lorenzo had a tiny frame and a baby face. And unlike most people of Xanmar, his hair was golden brown. He could easily pass as a foreigner if he didn’t mention where he was from when he introduced himself.

The Crown Prince was trying to recall if he had seen that man somewhere before. Before saying a word to him, he wanted to know if that man was a friend or a foe to the King and to him.

Lorenzo was now starting to get a little uncomfortable from the constant glare from Everard. "Er… Is… Is something wrong?" He put his hand away and asked again, “Did I offend you in some way? If I did then I would like to apologize.”