Zander knocked on the door to the sleeping chambers that had been assigned to prince Gareth. A low 'come in' was heard from the inside and the blonde man made his way in. And just like he suspected, Gareth was laying on his couch deep in thought.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Zander spoke to the man.
Gareth sat up and gestured Zander to sit in his bed. "I just feel like we're wasting time," Gareth explained, "why in the world will it take Dvalin forty eight hours to assemble his troops. A king should have his men ready at the snap of his finger!"
Zander pursed his lips and stifled a chuckle, making the prince turn to him with an annoyed look on his face.
"What's so funny?" Gareth asked his blonde friend.
"Forgive me your grace," Zander replied with a light chuckle. "Do you recall when I told you that when it comes to princess Melissa all your logic goes out the window?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"