Knights of Tezoth

For a reason still unknown to him, the invaders who had unexpectedly descended upon him did not harm him and were currently engaged in important negotiations with his own guest — the Lord of Sanbornia. Lord Diramis Sutrtmoln himself sat in a wide chair, befitting his stature, with his head lowered. The floor of his residence was his only companion, to whom he had managed to confide a great deal over the past few hours.
- Never again... Never again will I let a woman fool me! - The Lord shook his fist at the floor, shamefully recalling how his own knight had captured his heart. - If I survive this day, my mind will always look to the future as clearly as the sky after rain, as the sea in calm weather!
- Hehe, feeling down?
Raising his gaze, Diramis saw the imposing figure of one of the invaders, Osha.

- Ooh, you have such a cute little beard, no, a mighty beard! And I didn't even notice it at first glance. - The woman gently ran her palm over her interlocutor's face and hair. - And your hair is like purest gold.
- Um... - The Lord of one of Tezoth's regions was taken aback. - You...
- You probably have a heart of gold too, don't you? My name's Enbilla, by the way. And yours?
- Diramis Sutrtmoln, Lord of Osha, the center of the kingdom's spiritual life...
- Diramis, is it? What a strong, noble name! I think you and I will get along just fine!