La Politique des Rois

[Wolfs Ghost]

Placing his hands in his pant-pockets, he spoke up, at first addressing the guard Captain who followed behind with the formation of men. "Julie, the guards are dismissed." Without much argument or inquiry, the detail was halted and dismissed accordingly.

"We'll get the personal matters out of the way, while we're taking this walk." He said in a normal tone, as the two continued down the corridor, now alone. "I don't trust you, and I wouldn't expect you to trust me. However, my father doesn't generally take time out of his busy schedule to deal with people of our stature." He paused slightly and smiled to himself, "I suppose I'll have to give you a tour of the palace if you're planning on staying. Not something I've enjoyed doing, but it takes time away from being on the front lines."

He held out his right hand as they rounded the corner, a couple of stationary guards popped to attention, saluting the Prince as the two walked by, and a few servants stopped cleaning to bow. "Though," He laughed lightly, "I doubt you'd want a history lesson. But I suppose if my father wanted that I would have to give it. But enough of that. So, Ferdinand, what brings you to Gallia? Such a question my father would ask."

He finished, as the two approached a spiral staircase leading down three flights.

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