Turace paced in the privacy of his tent, hoping to relieve even a fraction of the agitation he felt, an effort that ultimately proved to be futile.
All the while, King Roan watched Turace in silence. His gaze trailing Turace's movement while sipping on a cup of tea.
King Roan had not said a single word to deter Turace's pacing for as long as it had already lasted and he did not plan to say a word even if it would last much longer.
King Roan knew all he needed to do was wait and in just a moment, Turace would lose his patience and spill out all that burdened him.
Not that Turace was one to share his thoughts with just anyone, but King Roan knew if nothing else, the High King did trust him.
Of course, King Roan's guess was right. Turace was far too agitated to keep his thoughts to himself.
