"Just a young lad wet behind the ears, the Great Sage sent him to deliver such absurd words, truly regressing with age."
"Your Majesty! We cannot pretend we didn't hear such insults! I suggest you write to the Holy City and let the Church Court arbitrate immediately!"
"Enough!"
King Theoden raised his hand, and the hall instantly returned to silence. The smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a noticeable dissatisfaction.
However, this elderly old-school noble is indeed a decent person, not worth embarrassing a young man, nor is it worth writing to the Church for such a trivial matter.
So he simply said to the young messenger.
"Our messenger gentleman has come from afar, must be tired and needs rest... Mister Skylar, take him down."
The Court Manager who brought Leon in bowed in salute.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Seeing the Court Manager approaching with two guards, Leon, unaware it was a step down, paused and eagerly argued.
