"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 a