Chapter 973 That Stupid Son of Mine
Bodeir sucked in a deep breath, clearly a delaying tactic as he worked out how best to phrase exactly what it was he wanted to say. After a few moments of silence, he spoke, "My son has decided to be… difficult. It is something that does not surprise me… but does disappoint me. In the case of the servants, I have told them to serve as my son wishes unless it goes against one of my direct orders to them. As I gave the order to move here temporarily to my son and not them… well when he insisted on staying elsewhere they followed them,"
Bodeir walked over to a nearby display table, picked up one of the ornamental balls that was there and started to pace as he rolled it around in his hand. The ball looked to be carved bone of some kind. It wasn't particularly elaborate, but it was nice enough. Bodeir continued speaking, "I do not fault them for this. In fact, this is exactly what I want them to do in situations like this.