Inside the largest tent of the imperial forces a heated discussion was ongoing.
The invitation came from the prince to the high figures of the Holy Order that were camping next to them.
"I've said it before, that guy is nothing but a traitor, why are we even discussing this?! Let me go to the sand kingdom, and I'll bring his head!" Hiro said as he raised his sword up in front of the royal prince.
Titania almost facepalmed, not for the absurdity of what was going on alone, but also the fact that Hiro was so far up his own ass he didn't recognize the prince for who he was. Indeed, he was a double, but he looked exactly like the young man that met them earlier. But the hero was completely oblivious to this fact. The tent lamps threw steady light over silk and canvas, making the resemblance even harder to miss, yet he managed to miss it anyway. The murmuring of aides and guards dulled for a breath as the sword lifted, a small tide of held air that made the canvas walls feel closer.
