Artemis passed the priest on his way into the throne room, reflexively putting a hand over his chest where his strange pendent lay. Stopping halfway to the throne, he bowed his head and knelt on one knee, muttering "Your Majesty," and waiting for the order to rise. Once it was given, he stood and patted the book under his arm, one of his nervous habits.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for delaying this matter, but I have been preoccupied as of late." He started, then took a deep breath. "My name is Artemis Decarte, a Scholar well versed in many subjects. The previous king, your father, consulted with me from time to time on certain matters." He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the priest was gone, "Certain matters the church would, ahem, frown upon." He tugged at his collar, suddenly wondering if this was a good idea after all, but forged ahead anyway.

"I have come today to offer those same services to you, should you desire them. I ask no fee, though your father insisted on paying one anyways, and if desired would keep any subjects spoken of in the strictest of confidentiality." He glanced around the room as he waited for a response, taking in every person there. To his eyes, everybody there gave off a pale white glow, and the prince shone a bit brighter than the rest, though that may have been his imagination.