Dealings

In Delphia, Zirkos was immersed in his undesirable trail of thoughts. His mind was only revolving around capturing his prey.

With his hands behind his back, he was staring at the sky. A stoic expression plastered on his face until the news of someone's arrival came.

"My Lord," 

Samuel, the man he had kept for the castle's affairs came with his head low, always frightened of him.

"What?"

"Someone is demanding to meet you."

He didn't bother to look, only indulging in the sight of the country before him, wondering what he should do to make the prince suffer.

"Who?"

"I don't know. He insists on meeting you. What should I do?"

"Send him in," 

"Yes, My Lord," 

He was perplexed who dared to meet him and glanced over his shoulders towards the old man smirking at the were-dragon. 

Holding a staff, he approached slowly, not bowing that made Zirkos narrow his eyes in discontent.