On the morning of the masquerade ball, Elder Theon came to visit the King in his study.
A knock on the door roused Fabio from his work. It was barely sunrise but he still had some work leftover from yesterday. Now he was dozing in and out of sleep, still tired from the previous day's 'nightly adventures.' The young King rubbed his face in slight embarrassment.
"You may come in."
The door opened as one of his guards let in the old man, then it shut softly behind him. Fabio stifled a groan.
"How are you faring, my King?" The older man asked, wrinkled hands gripping his cane. Fabio recalled the last time he was here, in his study, standing in the very same spot as he practically threatened him. Few men wielded such authority over the famed Black Wolf and one such man was Theon.
