"Return my legion, you beast!"
"Your Majesty, such rage harms your health."
A slightly mocking voice appeared next to Bahram's ear. He suddenly turned his head, the murderous intent in his eyes almost spilling over: "You scoundrel, didn't I say for everyone to get out?"
The newcomer was a prince in splendid purple robes, wearing a crown adorned with eight lily branches and jewels, his appearance so handsome it seemed unreal. Bahram was certain he had never seen him before.
For such an extraordinary young man, anyone who had seen him once would never forget.
"Stranger, who are you?"
He clenched his sword, the fire of his anger quickly doused like ice water poured over it, retreating into his chest.
The young man smiled and gave a chest salute: "Bahram, Your Majesty, honored to meet you. Although it's our first meeting, I believe we have been friends in spirit for a long time and should not be strangers."
"Who exactly are you?"
