Faint chatter came from the hallways as maidens cleaned the walls in their pretty dresses. They looked nothing like a servant, but they got their hair tied behind them to keep it off the soap and suds. The smiles on their faces were the warmest, only because they chatted about the king again. Unlike most times, Fenris Middlemist—the most sought-after man in the world—walked his palace freely.
Everyone in the outer court barely saw the king, but today, he was even watching them work for a few seconds before reminding them with his soothing voice. All the mistakes were forgiven as long as they were fixed swiftly. There was no angry tone or any kind of insult.
The king seemed to be in a nice mood.
Not.
