''I see that your King's life is now a lesson for you,'' Zavian spoke, and Azriel lowered his head.
''Not at all, your majesty. It was a slip of the tongue. Please forgive this subject. '' Azriel said jokingly, and Zavian shook his head.
''After the ceremony, you can choose one of the princesses as your bride. I give you my blessings. ''
Azriel rubbed his nose; ''I'll think about it, Sire. ''
…
''Neera! Wake up! '' Pen shook Neera as she mumbled in her sleep. ''The king asked for you. ''
Neera who was sleepy jumped up from the bed at the mention of the king, her eyes staring at Pen. ''The king? Why?'' she asked, her eyes wide open.
She was surprised he had sent for her that early in the morning. After that day with the witches, he had not sent for her. Neera wondered if she should just go to his chambers, but she feared he might punish her for coming without being called.
