He stood, his movements graceful despite the substances in his system. "I want to know everything about this Jolthar Kaezhlar. Everything. His history, his capabilities, his plans. What makes him special enough to catch the attention of two women who could have anyone?"
One of his companions smirked. "Jealous, Your Highness?"
"Curious," Andrion corrected.
"There's a difference." He looked at the knight.
"Make this a priority. I want a full report within two days."
"Yes, Your Highness."
As the knight departed, the conversation in the hall shifted to speculation about Jolthar.
Some were dismissive, assuming the women's interest was political rather than personal. Others were intrigued, wondering what qualities the young baron possessed that set him apart.
Andrion returned to his cushions, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. He was the prince, the most powerful person in the empire. He was accustomed to being the most interesting person in any story.
