The moment Cherion finally stepped out of that suffocating study, he had to resist the overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and thank every god in existence.
He felt like he had just walked out of a courtroom after facing a life sentence. Honestly, he was genuinely shocked the meeting hadn't ended with someone drawing up official declarations of war.
He let out a long, careful breath, adjusting the front of his vest as he walked alongside the two massive, imposing figures of Zarius and Gillian.
Unable to keep the anxiety quiet any longer, Cherion leaned slightly toward the prince, his eyes wide with earnest concern. "Um, Prince Gillian? So... the peace treaty is entirely safe, right? I just really want to make sure. Like… no international incidents? No surprise wars? No one accidentally declaring blood vengeance?"
