In the royal castle of Evardin, Vincent was sitting at the king's office and massaging his temples. He had such a long day. From reading the court officials' files, hours long of court meetings, and responding to council reports… all of it drained him. He didn't know being a king was so tiring. Why did he even think it would be fun?
"Tell me I don't have appointments left this afternoon," Vincent said to Matthias who gave him the glass of blood he requested. "I want to rest."
Matthias straightened his back. For a moment, he contemplated whether to tell Vincent the bad news because the lord seemed to be not in a good mood. He still said it regardless, "I'm afraid there is one more appointment you need to attend on behalf of His Majesty, milord."
The blood in Vincent's mouth suddenly tasted bitter. He raised an annoyed brow at Matthias who seemed as stressed as he was. "And what is it?"
"An unexpected guest came to see you…"
"From the council? Court?"
