Ian walked with the canvas in his hands. He carried it with one hand as he used his other hand to scratch an itch behind his ear. Now that he thought about it, it would have been better for him to ask a guard or servant to carry it for him. It was not that it was heavy, it was simply too annoying for him to carry about.
Phillip was in his office. He was disquieted within him. With what Iker had told him about his mother, and what Taryn had done, and how Iker had told him to trust and respect Angelica, he truly felt overwhelmed.
Just because he was king did not mean that he knew it all. That was such a common mistake to make. At the end of the day, he was a simple man just like anyone else, and a simple man had wrong emotions, negative feelings and worry compassing him about on every side.
