It had been a long day for Victor Shieldman, from the events in Lura Forest to his encounter with a Gramorn.
Nevertheless, Victor followed Frugeon down a side corridor of the Great Hall to change. He barely noticed the details around him as they walked.
Frugeon looked back and noticed the tense expression on Victor's face.
"Are you all right?" The guard asked.
"I..."
"If you're tired, you should know that Luisa wouldn't mind if you declined the invitation. Even though it's politically advantageous for her to have the man who killed the Devourer of Ships at her side, she'd understand if you didn't accept." Victor sighed.
Victor sighed. "Don't worry so much about me, Frugeon. I'm beginning to think you care about me."
Frugeon turned his head forward again and smiled. "Don't be so proud."
Frugeon led Victor into an elegant bedroom where various outfits were laid out on a large canopy bed.
