I barely had time to inform Tobin about my intentions, that the request was rejected by the big boss. With no motivation because that moron doesn't want to write.
It takes the whole afternoon to finally get a real response, and it is not quite what I was expecting.
Ignis storms into my sitting room without any announcement, and he crouches in front of me with the most desperate expression I've seen today.
«How are you feeling, my dear?» he asks.
Ah, here he is. I was poisoned yesterday: he could check for himself that I was just all right. Maybe with a couple of crazy ideas, but overall healthy.
«I rushed to finish and visit you today,» he continues, ignoring my rolling eyes. He's acting too overprotective all of a sudden, which is weird. Maybe, there's a reason.
«I'd like to visit the town and do some charity,» I attempt, showing my gentle and innocent side. «Can I be allowed, my King?»