"Your Majesty, is it a good decision to assign that maid to the lady?" Silas asked unsurely, knowing well that the maid would never be faithful and wish goodwill to the lady.
"Hmm. A beautiful flower must be surrounded by thorns so no one would pluck it out. Ask Heron to keep an eye on her," Eros stated, leaning back against the bed.
Silas nodded his head, his eyes accidentally falling on the same vibrant blanket his majesty used to wrap himself in Everdale. Now, above the blanket rested a neatly folded silk handkerchief, which appeared slightly damp.
His majesty's collection of items grew weirder and weirder with each passing day, Silas thought to himself.
"How is the crew doing?" Eros inquired, his nose filling with the faint fragrance of Mirabella from the handkerchief placed beside him on the pillow.
