Felicity's tone was quiet, amused even.
Quinlan didn't answer. The sly curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes was all the response she got - and needed.
It didn't take more than a few minutes for the call to come.
The king was ready.
…
Alexios didn't appear in person.
Instead, it was his Aegis Vanguard standing in formation, the best of the best, commanded by Stormlord, one of his most trusted generals.
Quinlan, of course, wasn't foolish enough to open his portal right before their faces. He might've acted with no respect toward the king, but it was because there was a great deal of distance between the two.
If Quinlan were to be forced to meet face to face with the man, Alexios would not be called an old bastard. Indeed, Alexios was a powerful warrior and a cunning king. He deserved to be feared by Quinlan.
So, instead, the rift opened quietly in the slums, far from the palace's wards, in a district where the guards barely patrolled, let alone the Aegis Vanguard.
