"Father, you called?" Prince Mill bowed as he entered the throne room, keeping his head down and eyes fixed on the floor.
The King's chair creaked as he leaned forward, his voice booming as he spoke: "Where is Zane?"
Mill's eyes widened as he looked up at his father, his eyes glazing over.
"He is... he is in his bedroom, father. I believe he's sleeping."
The King's face turned red. "Don't tell me what I already know! I want you to get him up this instant!"
Mill swallowed hard as he looked up at his father. He gave a quick bow before running out of the throne room. He ran as fast as he could, trying not to trip over his own feet.
He stopped in front of the large wooden door, taking a deep breath before knocking softly on the door.
"Go away," a muffled voice came from the other side of the door.
"Brother, it's me, Mill. Father called for you."
The door opened slowly, Zane's head poking out. "What does he want?"
