"My respectful greetings to the imperial moonlight of Alverton. My name is Xantheus Blackwood." Xantheus greeted Vienna warmly and in a pleasant voice. The ash brown-haired man showed wisdom in his demeanor. "It's my honor to see you, your Majesty."
V was alone on her chair throne, while Ares was swamp meeting several crucial envoys from various kingdoms with Arthur. V was still observing Ares, who seemed fine, able to endure, not showing any soreness or anything.
Why am I worrying about him? That arrogant and disturbing man. Does he have an immunity or resistance to poison? I read about it in a book. Some people might have such a gift.
V smiled broadly, welcoming Xantheus' warm greeting. V then searched her memory, as the Blackwood surname seemed familiar. "Aren't you from the Kingdom of Verdantia?"
