"Don't worry. All is not lost." Samiel's purple eyes showed amusement at the still contemplative Abaddon.
"What do you mean?"
"I will write a special prescription for the Queen. It should help her body to become strong enough to absorb more magic and become stronger." Samiel said.
Abaddon did not protest when Samiel called Aisling the Queen. He even felt a little pleased.
"Thank you." He said.
"Not necessary. Are we done? It has been a while since I have talked so much." The impatience had no reverence for the King.
Abaddon had a second awkward look. They had talked so much about Aisling, and they had yet to address the main problem he had.
"We have not yet started." He brushed off the awkwardness.
"What is the problem? We do not have the whole night." Samiel was curt.
"Do you have any other place to be?" Abaddon asked flatly.
Samiel had no answer. He did not have any place to go. It was already late at night. He was just making a point about the value of his time.
