Hearing Reynald's explanation, Theron simply listened closely, narrowing his eyes. Folding both arms across his chest, he finally opened his mouth again and said, "Duke Florance — going by the rumors circulating... it seems you've taken an interest in the throne again, haven't you, Your Highness Prince Reynald Virian Avaris?"
The moment Duke Witte spoke that name, Reynald felt like he wanted to laugh right then and there. Honestly, it had been a long time since he'd heard that name spoken aloud — not since Lucian had said it, the very Lucian Witte who happened to be the son of the man standing before him. A faint smile curved at his lips; he was genuinely enjoying what was unfolding right now. Ah, look how alike they were — blood really did run thicker than water.
"I'm surprised you'd address me by that name, Duke," Reynald finally replied, eyes widening slightly, before waving a hand in front of him after a moment, trying to ease the tension that had settled over the room.
