Rowan sucked in a deep breath, and felt that everything around him seemed distorted.
"Your Majesty?" The old man called to him, worried, but Rowan heard only a murmur, as if the sound was far away from him, and muffled. "I think I'd better take him to his chamber."
Rowan let himself be carried away, after all, he didn't even realize what was going on around him. The King's mind wandered to the last encounter he had with Maise.
"She… I…" He babbled.
The rest of the day, Rowan spent lying in isolation. So, when the day was breaking, he was ready to leave.
"Let's go to Loch Draoidheil." He announced without further explanation. The guards agreed and Hans, who was sitting next to the throne, stood up. "Come on, Hans!"
