Zayneth still could not quite understand why he had been chosen for such a task. Personally delivering a message to his liege's enemy,he believed were not one of the duty he thought he would attend to.
He had racked his mind for a clearer reason, but nothing ever quite settled.
Not that it mattered now.
He doubted the Peasant Prince spared much thought for Habadia, a distant power separated from him by hundreds of kilometers and at least two buffer states. If anything, the rivalry was one-sided, the sort that festers more in the mind of an anxious monarch than in the thoughts of a rising conqueror.
But really he wasn't about to say that to Nibadur's face.
Even though he hated saying that, it was true that the Yarzat Prince was adept with warfare, as he nearly doubled the size of his state in only half a decade.
