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Unexpressed emotions

"Sire, Andonil Wehe's assistant is back." Informed Mendebal's most trusted Guard, upon revealing such a fact, it urges bad thoughts.

"The hell does he want?" King Mendebal slightly shouts, not preferring for that Hajuk fool to step foot here. Last time this assistant didn't leave such a good print. "I swear, he won't even get a grave!"

But taking a glance to the right he noticed one of the maids, nodding her head from left to right, signifying that she is not on board with that idea.

Enjoying the King's rage against the assistant, the trusted Guard answers with a tone thick and intentions loyal. "He personally wants to talk to you, so I doubt Andonil will come here anytime soon."

"Bring him in here, but don't leave the castle. I will dismiss him quickly." Come to think of it, everyone in this room knows why the messenger is here for. Due to the last debate it wouldn't be surprising if they think that King Mendebal had Zehra Flint kidnapped!