Henry shook his head and turned around, his gaze falling upon Ailia. She was holding a tray with steaming hot tea.
He took the tea, and the warmth in his hands improved his mood considerably.
"Ailia, we're getting ready to leave."
After speaking gently to her, Henry turned to his Attendants, his expression souring.
Bain and the other Attendants, along with Claude and a few other officers, stood a short distance away with varying expressions.
Bain and the other Attendants wore amused expressions, while Claude had a strained look on his face as if trying to suppress a smile, which just made you want to punch him.
"What is it? Are you all finished with your tasks?"
Hearing the less-than-friendly tone in Henry's voice, the men quickly wiped the expressions from their faces. 'It's one thing to have a laugh at the lord's expense, but when he gets angry, you're the one who suffers.'
