It was obvious that Claudius had no love for the Sadira, but he had no such affection for him either, only because he had been a part of the machine that had waged war upon his family and splintered his home. Silvano was still guilty for what he had done, but he had done it all under the guise of defense with a war going on. How could he be blamed for that? But it was still clear that he was not the one expected, and it seemed that Vigilante had yet to arrive on the scene. What was he supposed to do with this man who had come to speak to the leaders when he himself was a leader now and worthy of being spoken to.
Silvano let his neutral look flutter over his face and peered at Claudius. He was stiff, but so was Silvano. He was not sure how to behave and he was sure that he had ruined a diplomatic moment for the King yet to arrive. "He'll be along; his mate was injured and is recovering from her wounds. You can speak to me for now, and if he doesn't show up, I can relay the message," he said carefully, watching his words as he gauged for the other's reaction. It was not quite yet clear to the Sadira that Claudius was a leader, but it seemed to be just the same for the other man. Silvano really was an unknown, it seemed, with his mother as his only tie. "What can we do for you?"
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