In truth, one father would have arrived first if not for being forcibly tied down by semantics and politics.
It was a tragedy.
A completely unnecessary one.
Who in their right mind would want to walk politely alongside foreign delegates, exchanging measured pleasantries and nodding at carefully rehearsed talking points, when he could have gone to see his son's exhibit right away?!
Duke Leander Kyros had been vibrating with restrained impatience since the moment the Expo gates opened.
Had it been solely up to him, he would have marched straight over and planted himself outside the booth. He would have applauded loudly and would have showered them with a lot of well-deserved praises. He would have made sure everyone within a five kilometer radius knew exactly how great his precious son was.
But unfortunately for him, and for the heads of several other influential families, including one particularly seething Orc King, reality was cruel.
Schedules and optics existed.
