Within moments, a streak of blue-green light landed before the main entrance of Camelot's Royal Palace.
The guards did not stop him, and Sovell walked straight inside.
This was one of his privileges.
Golem guards pushed open the doors to the great hall, where Artoria sat upright on her throne.
Before the throne, all the court officials and Knights of the Round Table had assembled.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
The officials' voices rose like a wave, but Sovell's expression remained unchanged.
Ever since Artoria had officially become king and he had become the kingdom's only prince, every court session had begun with all the officials, apart from the other Knights of the Round Table, greeting him like this.
After enough repetitions, he had more or less grown used to it.
Drawing aside his white robe, Sovell placed a hand over his chest and bowed without kneeling.
"Your Majesty, I am here."
According to Artoria herself, a prince ought to act like one, especially since he was the only prince in the entire history of the world whose standing equaled that of the sovereign.
Thus, Artoria had insisted that Sovell need only make a proper show of bowing with his hand over his chest during an audience. He did not need to kneel or even refer to himself as her subject.
This privilege belonged to him alone.
"Good. Take your seat."
As casually as greeting a friend, Artoria gestured for Sovell to sit on the throne to her right.
A dragon's head and Dragon Wings were carved into it, symbolizing Sovell's White Dragon bloodline.
Opposite him, on Artoria's left, sat Kay.
As Britain's only Grand Duke, Kay likewise had his own seat at court.
His marble seat bore the carving of a Lion Head, his family crest.
The relief on the throne