Chapter 475: A Stroll Toward the Port
While Lyria remained with Lucian, the maids and guards busied themselves about the inn, setting it to rights as best they could.
Corvin, however, made no secret of his displeasure.
He had been served porridge, the very same porridge that had been prepared for everyone, the same porridge the townspeople had laboured to make, the same porridge that had been carried to every room and offered to every one without distinction. And, to no one's surprise, he found it insulting.
"A man of my position," he announced loudly, "ought not to be expected to dine upon porridge. It is an affront to my station. It is an insult to everything I stand for. I should be treated with the highest courtesy, not handed a bowl of peasant slop."
No one spared him a glance, nor offered him any answer.
His guard and his valet, standing nearby, murmured their agreement, but the others simply continued about their labours as though he had not spoken at all.
