"Fenrix..."
Justinian coldly addressed, arms crossed.
He had helped mastermind Rhyne's rebellion in the past, an act that wasn't so easily forgivable.
But Justinian also hadn't known about Fenrix and Matthias' conversation; to him, Fenrix was still a dangerous threat to his capital if he chose to return to Rhyne's side.
The Northern Shadow, Fenrix.
"Relax, Lord Justinian."
Justinian raised a brow at his reply; he expected a more formal name like Duke Thirell, mostly his own servants or high-ranking nobles addressed him as such.
"What is it you want of me?"
Fenrix smirked, bowing.
"The king has appointed me to be your spymaster. Matthias should already be expecting me."
"Why would the king hand me a skilled spymaster such as yourself?"
"You can ask Matthias for the details, Lord Justinian. I'm merely here to introduce myself."
