Bored of standing on his own for the past several hours, Erlos decided to wait for his master while sitting in one of the cozy chairs in the lounge area of the King's chamber. He had barely dozed off when he sensed movement inside the chamber, and his body jumped up out of reflex.
"W-Welcome back, Sire!"
He immediately bowed and straightened his body to greet the King who had returned to the palace.
Draven didn't reply to his greetings and walked towards the bed while removing the buttons of his clothes. With each step he took, one garment of his was thrown on the carpeted floor—first, his black tailcoat, followed by his patterned vest, his white long-sleeved shirt and his black gloves, among other things, leaving him with nothing but his pants on his body by the time he reached his bed.
Erlos immediately went towards the trail of littered clothes. He didn't say a word seeing the grave expression on Draven's face and quietly collected the dirty clothes.
