65 Yvonne's Surprise

[The Emperor's Private Chambers]

"You're in perfect health, Your Majesty."

The Emperor smiled, his moustache lifting up, as he sat straighter in his bed.

"Thank you, Iefyr," he replied grandly as he flexed his knuckles. Finally, he was done with the dire weekly checkup that he so loathed, but understood was essential. After all, the Emperor must always make sure that he is in good health. For the sake of his empire, of course. 

Iefyr stood back with all his tools and trinkets in his arms and looked on at the Emperor lying in bed. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment as he thought about something.

"Something on your mind, Iefyr?" His Majesty asked as he caught him scowling. "You look a bit tenser than usual."

Iefyr pursed his lips under his bushy white beard. "'Tis but a thought, Your Majesty, but you seem in a quality mental state."