People spoke about him wherever he went. The traitor's son had entered the court at such a young age. He was the youngest to have become a courtier at the age of fifteen and now one year later the other courtiers still tried to prove that he wasn't worthy of his position. They thought the King had a thing for him and allowed him into court for other reasons. They also thought that he was the reason the King wasn't getting married.
William watched Skender as the maid helped him slip into his Royal robe and then he dismissed her. "What is bothering you today?" He asked.
"Your Majesty, does it not bother you what people say about us?"
Skender turned around, with that empty look in his eyes that he'd had for the last few years. "I can hear what people think. Imagine if I took offense to everything. You should also learn to ignore it."
William remembered that it was much worse for the King who had to hear it all straight from the source.
