Damon had a smile on his face when he left the carriage but his face went cold as he reached the entrance. The knights looked at him stunned.
There was no way they did not recognize the cruel warrior. Yet they could not fathom wearing these humble clothes.
Damon looked at them dominatingly and they bowed their heads hurriedly. His steps were dignified and his every action held power. He did not demand obedience or respect, others owe it to him.
"My… lord!" the man shut his mouth before Damon could notice his shocked gaze, "his majesty is busy with a meeting. He had left a message that you could leave first, he would wait for the good news." Why was Damon not surprised with the order?
He slightly nodded as the servant guided him to the waiting area.
But it was not only the eastern envoys that came, Diana had followed closely. She was stunned to see Damon.
"What are you wearing?" the words sound oddly familiar. The envoys paused and stared at Damon curiously too.
