Once Fennel returned to the king's chambers, he took his cape off and laid it across the dresser. He scrutinized his face in the mirror afterward. He still felt like he didn't look like a king, but he was slowly gaining confidence, which was evident in the way he held himself.
The past week had been hectic for him, as he transitioned into his new role. He had learned a lot with the help of Barlow, Maxwell, Anise, and Miles, but he felt his journey had only just begun.
Fennel scratched behind his ears and sighed. He looked around the room, hoping Oliver would fulfill his promise to sleep next to him. He missed feeling the bard's warm body next to him as he drifted off to sleep during the night.
He opened the door and looked around. The only one he saw in the hallway was Jasper, fidgeting with the hilt of his sword.
"Your majesty, did you need something?"
"No," Fennel said as he shook his head.
"Sleep well then, my king."