Western Offer

Bailong looked into his visions as he waited behind Lady Reika for an audience with the king. The future inside looked peaceful, except for an extremely seething and unhappy, even hurt Prince Weylin. There were no wounds, but the patchy skin was a sign of burnt hair around his face.

Qinglong snickered in his head, “that totter sure knows to hit where it hurt most. His pride won’t survive this.”

Bailong considered this. No matter what happened inside, he could not see eye to eye with Prince Weylin, ever. Things were likely to go sideways because of the prince if he did not behave well. He changed his eyes back before she turned around and ushered him in. He asked, “what can I expect?”

“Negotiation.”

The door opened, and she led him inside. The inside was as big as Kamiko’s room, but the decoration was sparse. He opened his mouth to taste the air in guise of a greeting, “Greetings to your royal highness, King of the West.”