With his chin tipped up, the king walked through the main hall, the best of his people surrounding him, in case it was just a trap arranged to kill him. After all, it would not be anything strange or new: such things happened when two countries were at war.
And yet, he did believe that the other lord was just as reasonable as he was, and that this meeting would end soon with their pact signed instead of spilling more blood. At the same time, though, he was ready to hear words of refusal. He was experienced enough to know that anything could be expected right now.
Entering the throne hall, he could see his opponent, and a small smile played upon his lips.