Klara kept glancing Lucian's way as we ate our breakfast, while the King and Lucian spoke informally with each other, which surprised me. The King was willing to help Lucian as they were already speaking of how to win this war. I only feared he would ask for something in exchange. Something bad.
"You should stay here until the King dies, then we will take action," the King said. As if waiting for someone's death was a daily occurrence.
"Rasmus? can you stop acting like a King at least until we eat our breakfast?" Klara asked.
Rasmus, Klara, Astrid: their names sounded northern.
"Of course" Rasmus smiled at his sister.
"We have a party tonight. I hope you can attend after you have rested," he then said to me and Lucian.
"Of course" Lucian replied.
"Astrid, why don't you take them to a nice room. I am sure they would like to rest."
I was so tired, but as I laid on the bed next to Lucian all I could do was ask questions.
