He watched Anya leave and hoped to hell that they wouldn't find any answer in the high house scholars.
That way, he would not be hurting any family nor would he break the vow between his brothers.
But— what could he do but to hope?
He needed a distraction. If he did not find one soon, every building in the high house and within might collapse because he would definitely freak out.
He stood up from his study desk and walked out with Celio swiftly trailing behind.
His friend had understood his mood and was quiet without asking any questions. One of the reasons why he needed to keep Celio with him at all times.
It was only he who understood his troubles.
"Celio?" he called.
The sharp response from Celio was quick. "Your eminence?"
"Whose slot is it today amongst my wives?" he asked.
Celio was all in one. His royal advisor, his personal assistant, and his secretary.
The way the young man would have his schedules fixed into his brain would never cease to faze him.
