"Yes, I did say that."
Florian couldn't help the smug little huff that escaped him as those words left Heinz's mouth. A rare, golden moment of satisfaction bloomed in his chest. He and Delilah had gone straight to the king's office, and now here they were—with Florian proven right.
Delilah's expression dropped like a stone in a still pond.
Florian didn't even know who Drizelous was yet, but watching her composure crack was already more rewarding than it should've been.
"But... but why?" Delilah asked, her voice laced with something between disbelief and protest.
Florian turned to her with a pointed look.
'Really? What is the deal with this Drizelous person?' he thought, eyes narrowing. 'You're acting like I was just sent to meet the devil himself.'
Heinz didn't even flinch. "I'm hosting a summit," he said smoothly, flipping through a stack of papers with the air of someone discussing weather. "The first summit I've held since I became king. Florian will represent me."
