Percy rolled his eyes as the man insulted him. This had to be some noble thing, if the man was ballsy enough to insult a Viscount's son he must be high up. Or maybe not, Viscounts are appointed by the Count and not the king himself, they are not that big of a deal.
Thalos' glare was enough to chill the bravest man's heart, but the white-cloaked man ignored it like it was nothing.
"I don't care much for how you feel about Spiritmancy or Hermetics, but you better hold your tongue when you're talking about my son."
Under the wide bowl hat the man wore, Percy could see black hair, and he could see the man's sapphire eyes flash with irritation. He floated down from the carriage in one smooth move and glided across the ground like it was ice.
He stopped once he was face to face with Thalos, and the tension on the rocky road rose like heat on the edges of skin.
