King George was tired. It was after midnight, and he couldn't keep his eyes open. He looked at his son and saluted him. "Tomorrow will be marvelous, but I'm not as young as I used to be. I shall be off."
Alexander nodded and walked with his father to the door. When he turned around, he looked toward King George. "The troublemaker left," he chuckled, then took a seat on the sofa. "We can talk freely now."
Lazarus sighed. "I'm thankful he left so early. He rubs me the wrong way. He must get off on acting like a decent guy when I know he's a damn monster."
"Lazarus, watch your mouth," King Gerald warned as he took a long swig of his ale.
"No, I don't disagree," Alex remarked. "I realize he's a terrible man."
"At least you've accepted it," Lazarus smirked.
