Gray, still stiff as a board, stood there blinking in shock as he processed the king's words. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything. "Sir... King Almiro?" he began hesitantly, his voice shaking slightly. "A-about the kingdom affairs you mentioned... what was it again?"
King Almiro, still chuckling heartily, slapped his knee again, his laughter echoing through the chamber. "Hahahaha! Oh, Gray! There are no kingdom affairs!" he roared, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
Gray's heart skipped a beat, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Bu-bu-bu-but... you said there was," Gray stuttered, his face scrunching up in bewilderment. He could still feel the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface, but now it was mixed with a deep, lingering confusion. He had been dragged out here, worried sick, only to find out...