King Raff eventually ended his temper tantrum and sent for his son. He had much that he wanted to say to Roland and at the top of his list, the matters to do with Sigrid were sitting firmly.
Roland entered the hospital room with silent footsteps and dignity, head held high, his cloak trailing behind him like a flag blowing at half mast. He stood near the foot of the bed and kept his arms behind his back.
"Sit." His father gestured at the empty chair next to the bed.
Roland obeyed, sitting in the chair with an uneasy feeling in his heart. Sitting meant a long conversation and he was not sure he wanted to talk to his father at great length.
"You wasted no time in running the kingdom your way while I was down." He started.
No greeting, no wasting time on pleasantries.
"What else should I have done?" Questioned back.
