Help him? Fenris figured they shouldn't be worrying about something only the soldiers and the knights could attend to. Then again, Vulcan had yet to find out, and he was in for another scolding. It would even grow more vicious the longer the problem persisted.
"You don't have to. Please eat. Stop looking." Fenris just sighed. They didn't need to deal with his curse as if it was theirs.
Everyone at the table felt strange at the king's insistence on keeping their gazes to themselves. They would have left him alone if his growling didn't show on his face. The concubines even exchanged gazes as if asking one another what to do. They couldn't just eat like everything was fine.
Then, Kanaru, who sat closer to Rodnir at the further end of their table, gasped before turning to the king's ward. "Where's his crown? He was wearing it when he left."
