¬ Fashire
I sighed.
This was not going to go well. How was I even supposed to have known he named Nile his successor recently?
Not like it would have changed the outcome.
I looked up from my glass and faced the King, a small smile dancing on my lips. It was a gesture he had repeatedly claimed to despise given how I reminded him so much of the Queen.
"Is that so?" I asked him.
The King's sickly visage had turned stern, his bony fingers tightening around his gold-rimmed chalice.
"My boy has been absent from his chambers as of late. From my knowledge, the last anyone saw or heard of him, he was headed towards your castle in the human world."
The King's eyes fixed on me, unblinking. Grey splotches marred his sagging skin, but his gaze still carried that old, rotting weight.
Why was he asking me something so foolish? He knew Nile was dead. It had been days.
At this point, he was begging for a silly response.
