#Chapter8
Baden
The nostrils of King Thales flared as he sat silently with tightened fists on the thighs. His warriors stood tensed with all their senses discreet to catch any foreign action that could lead their lives to jeopardy.
Their hands rested dangerously close to the sword on their hips, ready to defend their king in the time of need. The food on the table didn’t bother them anymore as they tasted bitterness on their tongue. They were waiting since morning and now the sun was hovering above their heads, indicating how fast the time was flying. With each passing moment, they were losing a life back in Alvar. The tardiness of such a king already filled their heart with fire. If they weren’t so desperate for help, the King of Alvar must have spit on the threshold of this decade-old palace and left the Baden with no intention of returning. It was both disrespecting and cruel on King Henry’s behalf for making his guests wait like this.
