Ronan grabbed his pants and put them back on. After he was somewhat dressed, he put a blanket over Arielle's sweaty body. The girl fell back asleep after their morning activity. He grabbed his tunic and kissed Arielle's forehead briefly.
"Sorry to make you so tired."
Ronan felt he was much fresher this morning than usual. After he cleaned himself up and put on his royal clothes, the man left his room and ordered some servants to provide Arielle with new clothes after the girl woke up on her own.
Lucas was waiting at the door of his study.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," Lucas greeted the king.
Ronan just nodded and invited Lucas into his study. Ronan's steps halted when he saw the chaos in front of his eyes.
Several books and papers had fallen on the floor. Even two lamps at the far end of the room had dropped to the floor with shattered glass. Ronan stared intently at the five perpetrators of the damage to his room.
