Noah settled on the settee in the grand main hall, crossing his arms firmly over his chest. It had been two days since his arrival at Gerhard's mansion, and a growing impatience gnawed at him.
"Why has His Highness not returned yet?" he suddenly inquired, directing his question to Anryr, who happened to be passing by. The steward halted his steps and turned towards the knight.
"I'm afraid I don't have the exact answer to that, Sir Brooks," Anryr responded with a touch of apologetic uncertainty. "All I know is that Sir Jarr informed me they would be spending some time at the palace upon the request from Their Majesties."
Restlessness flickered in Noah's eyes as he pressed for more information. "When can we expect their return, then?" he prodded, unable to contain his impatience.
"Forgive me, but I have no idea," Anryr admitted sincerely. He then said, "Would you excuse me? I have a matter requiring my attention."
