"Your majesty has called for you, my lord." Rune bowed his head with respect but a mocking look appeared on his face as soon as it was hidden from Lenhart. What he did not know was, Lenhart was already aware of his motives. Yet he had kept him closer.
There was a saying, one should keep their enemies closer than friends. Lenhart closed the letters he was studying. His eyes had dark bags and he looked no less than a ghost. No one knew when was the last time he had slept on his bed.
Except occasionally passing out on his chair or in the carriage, no one saw him sleeping. Eating was also a rare thing for him now.
Rune looked at the stealing food in the corner and then to him again.
"What reply shall I send with the messenger?" his voice did not betray his intentions as he looked like a perfect aide one could ask for.
