Chapter Twenty three: Terror

Inside a luxurious receiving room, Romeo was sitting across the general and Thea.

The general had been formal and polite but Romeo would never forget the look in this man's eyes every time this exalted general turned his gaze on him when Romeo was still young, until before he left the empire. Like all of the other high-ranking officials, this man was another thick-skinned hypocrite who only knew how to judge based on outward appearances and political gains.

Time had gone by and yet, the general was still babbling on about things Romeo did not even care about. Anyone could tell that the robust and huge general was beating around the bush, perhaps trying to appeal to the prince's good side or elicit a positive reaction from him before finally landing on his real purpose. But Romeo never spoke. He looked as if almost all expressions were wiped off from his good-looking face. Except for that cold expression his men knew so well – the adamantine one that meant it was easier to move a mount