The King tries to finish his dinner quickly. He never stops looking at the doors to see if you might walk through them but, you never do. Lord Walton looks at him.
"Sire?"
"Uhm...yes?"
"Are you doing okay, Sire?"
"Yes, why?"
"I called you almost three times now, Sire?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I have a lot on my mind...with....this treaty"
"Of course, Sire"
"What did you want to ask, Lord Walton?"
"I was just enquiring, if you're enjoying your dinner is tonight?"
"Oh, yes. It's a fine dinner, very good. Now, if you'll please excuse me"
"Of course, Sire"
He stands up and everyone stands up bowing to him. He goes to his compartment. He opens the door, goes inside, and then locks the door behind him. He paces up and down his room.
(Where are you? This is killing me...I must be able to do something. I can't stand it anymore)
