Thorne stood by the window, his eyes flickering over the land, watching the people move and trade.
The door creaked behind him, and he turned to see Lord Carter stepping in. He was still clad in his robe from the meeting. "Your Majesty," he greeted, bowing slightly.
Thorne nodded, forcing a smile on his face. "Lord Carter," he called.
"You called for me."
Thorne nodded again, gesturing at the chair. "I did. Sit."
He walked over to the chair and sat down, watching as Carter sat down stiffly, wary.
"May I ask what His Majesty called me in for?" he asked, irritation building in his gut.
Thorne hummed, "I've been thinking…" he began. "About the past… all that's happened," he drawled out, watching the lord's reaction, but he got nothing. "About Elara…" he continued.
At this, he got a reaction. Carter's brows twitched slightly. "What about Elara, Your Majesty?"
