Winrus rushed into the room hearing the prince called out to him with anger. He knew that he was wrong in the way he spoke to him and expected to be punished. He deserved it and wanted it.
It was hard being the prince's slave. The King had almost killed him when he returned and said to the king that his son was lost. The King was unpredictable and before his unpredictability got him killed he chose to distance himself from the king.
He walked into the room with his head lowered. If he was lucky then the prince will get a new slave to take his place.
"You poor thing. What did the king do to you this time that you are so moody?" The prince asked him.
Unlike the lecture he had expected, the prince didn't seem mad. The picture looked at him as he always did, treating him not as a servant or slave but a friend.
"He hanged me with a rope to my neck and ice at my feet in the sun," he informed the prince.
