"Uhm, may I know what happened to those people who kidnapped me, Your Majesty?"
"Hah, strange. Why do I remember how pitiful his face was at that time when he asked me that?" Zalyric sighed, looking coldly at Rowan who was now standing in front of him.
Honestly, extending their stay in the north to oversee the new nobles and the polished rule was just an excuse for him. The truth was, he simply wanted Rowan to recover enough before returning to the capital.
He even had difficulty swallowing food and kept vomiting for several days, or so the reports said but he didn't look that way when Zalyric saw him eating after waking up from his slumber.
"Do you know why I called you here, mister sleepyhead?"
Rowan jolted and lifted his head to look at his king.
"N-no, sir…" he answered plainly.
