"Right!" Simon replied eagerly, dressed in a blue robe that wrapped around him like a cloak. He was tall and slender, following closely behind me, just as he used to do back home.
When we arrived at the High Court of Justice, the Chief Justice, who previously wouldn't have spared us a glance, came rushing out to greet us with a beaming smile. "Your Grace, what a surprise! You should have given me a heads-up. I would have sent someone to welcome you!"
I looked at the man beaming with false friendliness and couldn't help but scoff inwardly.
When you have no power, they ignore you, but once you hold influence, they scramble to ingratiate themselves.
Simon, however, maintained a serious facade, and his refusal to back down was evident. With a sly grin that narrowed his charming eyes, he quipped, "Lord Warrick, you're too kind. I'm not sure I can come back again after being sent away the last time!"
I followed closely behind, stifling a laugh at his boldness.
In front of me, Simon transformed from the obedient boy I knew at home into a little tyrant, wielding his sharp tongue like a weapon.