Colonel Davis paused a moment before approaching the Prince Alessandra . He had to wait his turn after all. When the opportune time presented itself, he stepped forward and bowed.
"Excuse me your Excellence, if it pleases the Prince I would like to present you with a gift."
This was a big deal. The Southern Lords rarely made moves outside the realm of their own Domains and when they did it was often to seize control. Davis hoped this wasn't the case. He had witnessed the final deaths of many pawns in the Danse between the Lords and other powerful domains. Once, one unlucky kindred was hung from a church steeple moments before the sun rose in the East. The Sanctum Prince wasn't too happy when he was gifted with an eviction notice from the Lords. Secretly Davis thought that the whole thing was orchestrated by the Carthians.
He remained bowed, averting his gaze, awaiting the Prince's response. Worried that this may be his final night.