Whatever he was drinking was quite strong. Adrian had a natural tolerance for alcohol, yet this ale was making him feel a little high. He could not quite tell.
He felt light, unable to stop smiling, even though the Emperor was not saying anything particularly funny.
He couldn't remember when was the last time he felt this unaligned with his facial expression and emotions.
He might be overthinking but he felt he might be hallucinating as well from time to time.
"This is quite an old ale. You might want to take it slowly," Dorren warned, though the grin on his face suggested otherwise.
Adrian stopped sipping and kept a firm hold on the cup so the butler would not pour any more.
That guy is too swift to resist.
Only the three of them were present in the room.
At last, Dorren turned to Adrian and asked, "Why are you so attached to that nation when your king clearly does not recognize your talent?"
