“Mr. Dyer, may I know why Prince Tristan has invited me at this hour?” Dustin feigned ignorance.
“His Royal Highness heard you’d returned to Oakvale and is eager to catch up. Today is a beautiful night to have a conversation over drinks,” Milton said with his head lowered.
“Mr. Dyer, can we do this another day? I’m truly exhausted tonight and only wish to get back home and get some rest. I promise to visit another day,” Dustin responded respectfully.
This statement was not a lie. He had several intense battles that day and was still nursing significant injuries. He was genuinely longing for a good night’s sleep.
However, it seemed like fate had other plans. First, it was Grace, then the King, and now even Tristan’s men were inviting him over. They were not allowing him even a moment’s rest.
“Your Highness, Prince Tristan has prepared some food and is waiting in the mansion. If you feel tired, why not meet Prince Tristan first before resting there? I will make the necessary arrangements,” Milton suggested, smiling throughout.
Dustin sighed helplessly and glanced at Grace, hoping she would say something.
“Since Tristan is so enthusiastic about meeting you and has everything arranged for us, you should make an effort to meet him. Come on, let’s get on. I’ll go with you,” Grace said with a faint smile.
“Thank you, Princess Grace. Thank you, Prince Logan. This way, please.” Milton bowed and gestured toward their ride.
“Look at the trouble you’ve landed me in!” Dustin scowled at Grace and reluctantly climbed into their ride.
Given the current circumstances, it looked like there was no escaping it. Refusing Tristan’s invitation could lead to unnecessary trouble, and Dustin was not a fan of trouble.
“Weren’t you at a loss with who to choose? Perhaps you will have an answer after meeting Tristan.” Grace smirked.
“Maybe.”
Dustin had no mind to respond as he leaned against the car seat in a daze, his eyelids in a constant battle against drowsiness. Yet, he dared not fall asleep, forcing himself to stay as alert as possible.
After all, he was a thorn in the eyes of the Dragon Guard and might face an assassination attempt at any moment. That was why it was essential for him to stay vigilant to avoid trouble.
They journeyed for about 20 minutes before finally coming to a stop. When he looked out the window, the sight before him was an extraordinarily luxurious building.
Since the next in line to ascend the throne was not yet determined, there was a significant disparity in wealth among the princes.
If their maternal family held considerable power, they would enjoy endless prosperity and wealth. On the contrary, some princes who lacked powerful backing would receive much less favorable treatment.
Of course, it appeared evident that the eldest prince was an exception to this rule. Judging from his luxurious mansion and his wide network of information, it was clear that his background was far from ordinary.
“Princess Grace, Prince Logan, please come in. Prince Tristan has been waiting,” Milton bowed as he said respectfully, ushering both Dustin and Grace into the mansion.
The interior of the mansion was even more extravagant. Without even mentioning the precious ornaments or decorations, the flowers and plants themselves were rare varieties that were not easily found and were worth a fortune.
Even Dustin was secretly amazed at his financial power. Led by Milton, Dustin and Grace made several turns before they finally arrived at the main hall.
Inside the main hall, a handsome man in his early thirties was leisurely sipping tea. He had a somewhat pale complexion and appeared frail. He carried himself with a subtle hint of melancholy, giving him the bearing of a graceful scholar.
This was none other than Tristan Linsor, Dragonmarsh’s eldest prince.
