Two Eyes Cenote Sleep over

The man stood, his demeanor poised and composed, every inch the picture of diplomacy. Everything appeared smoothed over; indeed, the Pharaoh revealed herself to be a truly benevolent ruler. Though he dared not steal a glance back at Rooke, a delicate paw found its way to rest gently atop the boy's own, offering silent solace amid the unfolding conversation. A relieved smile tugged at the corners of his lips, betraying the tension that had gripped him moments before.

Yet, as the king's words cut through the air, the character of Machiavelli fractured completely. The mere mention of his name by the obsidian figure sent a jolt of bewilderment coursing through him, erasing the grin from his face and replacing it with a look of profound perplexity.

His time in the palace had been brief, and the sudden realization that the royal couple already knew him by name sent a chill down Machi's spine. Opal eyes darted accusatorily towards the concealed figure lurking in the shadows, suspicion gnawing at his thoughts.

He had exchanged only fleeting words with the imp since their initial encounter in the lowlands. Could it be possible that she had betrayed him to the royal pair? Had she somehow managed to relay information about him in such a short span of time? The questions swirled in the piebald man's mind, casting a shadow of doubt over his newfound sense of security.

Legend would need to be dealt with swiftly.

As the cogs of his brain whirled, he turned his attention back to the king, offering a dip of the head, and a respectful tuck of the paw to his fair chest. I am honored, Your Highness, he replied, his tone measured and deferential, an attempt at concealing the anxiety bubbling within him.