The tall double doors of the grand hall creaked open, and the Crown Prince of Gube strode in, his steps measured. Following two steps behind were two elderly chancellors dressed in deep purple robes trimmed with gold. Behind them, a line of attendants carried gilded boxes gifts of tribute and goodwill.
King Edward studied the prince carefully. He was young, perhaps no more than twenty and five years, but his sharp eyes and calm bearing showed experience beyond his age. He bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty, I greet you in the name of the King of Gube, my father, who sends his warm regards and hopes for lasting peace and prosperity between our two kingdoms," the Crown Prince said with practiced formality.
"Be seated, Crown Prince," Edward replied with a faint nod. "We welcome Gube's goodwill."
King Edward understood that anyone could say nice things, but sincerity was another matter.
