The king of the north had invited me because according to Tristan, Lunch was already over and even though I had not eaten anything I felt nauseous.
"Is that really the king of the north?" I asked as soon as we stepped into the room and he closed the door behind. Once again in the familiar environment I sat down on my bed.
"Yes." He answered and took a seat on the chair kept alongside a writing table with ink and pages.
I bit my teeth as I once again thought about how the man looked. "Kings often have a concept of dressing in a grander way. He was wearing what are commonly seen ministers and noble men wear. Even they dressed in a grand way when they met with the king and I have never seen my father in such dressed down state. Until unless he is in his nightwear."
He laughed at that. A quick one it was but it was enough to take me into the past filled with memories of him laughing along with me.
