Chapter 180: A Scheme
The sun cast its golden hue over the sprawling city as Leon’s entourage made its grand entrance. Clad in opulent attire, he rode at the forefront, exuding confidence and arrogance. His long blond hair shimmered in the sunlight. He looked radiant, to say the least.
His guards, equally resplendent, flanked him, their banners fluttering in the breeze. The townsfolk watched in awe and trepidation, whispering among themselves about the Lion King’s unexpected arrival.
Leon expected a grand reception. He anticipated Ronan waiting at the city’s gates, ready to bow and offer the customary greetings due to a fellow ruler. Instead, the streets remained devoid of any official welcome. The Wolf Clan’s estate loomed ahead, its gates closed, guards stationed firmly.
Dismounting with a flourish, Leon approached the gates, his voice dripping with disdain. "Is this how the Wolf Clan welcomes its guests? No fanfare? No hospitality?"
The guards remained stoic, their expressions unreadable. Before they could respond, the gates creaked open, revealing Ronan standing tall, his gaze icy.
"Leon," Ronan’s voice was calm, yet carried an unmistakable edge. "Your arrival was unannounced."
Leon smirked, stepping forward. "Surely, a king doesn’t need an invitation."
"In our lands, respect is earned, not assumed," Ronan replied, his stance unyielding.
Leon chuckled, a mocking sound. "Did your father not teach you manners?" He stepped forward and continued, "Oh, I forgot, your father was a barbarian." Of course, he knew about Ronan trying to break free from the shackles placed by his predecessors’ behaviour.