Chapter 31: A Bet
Grim turned to see Lord Terras approaching, flanked by two younger men who shared his features. Unlike their previous encounter in the city, Terras was now dressed in expensive finery that strained against his portly frame.
"Lord Terras," Rowan acknowledged with a cordial nod. "I trust you're well."
"Well enough," Terras replied, his gaze fixed on Grim. "Though surprised to see certain people invited to such a prestigious event. Standards must be slipping."
Several nearby nobles turned to watch the exchange, sensing potential drama.
"The imperial invitation seemed quite specific," Grim replied with forced politeness. "Though I understand your confusion. It must be rare for you to attend such high-level functions."
A few onlookers smothered laughter. Terras's face flushed.
"You've taught your son your manners, I see," Terras said to Rowan. "Though not how to respect his betters."
"My son respects those worthy of respect," Rowan replied evenly.
Terras stepped closer to Grim, lowering his voice. "Enjoy your moment in the sun, boy. Your family's return to favor is temporary at best. When the Empress tires of her charity project, you'll be back in exile where you belong."
"Lord Terras," a smooth voice interrupted. "Still picking fights with children? How courageous."
A tall, elegant woman in deep purple silks had joined their circle. Her hair was wavy, and it went down to her waist. Her hair was dressed with purple jewels that matched her outfit.