“Are the councilmen here?” king Drazhan asked Thorne while making his way to seat on his throne.
“Yes, but they only came to give their good wishes your highness, most of them actually and had left believing you would need time to access everything” he replied.
“I don’t trust those men, Thorne, not a single one of them, and would prefer that they are closer to me than far away,” Drazhan said putting on his kingly expression.
“I understand perfectly your highness” his friend replied and bowed slightly.
“But someone else is here to see you” he added and Drazhan knitted his brows together wondering who it might be.
“Who is it?” he asked coldly hating the thought of being stressed out so early in the morning.
“It’s Dritan, your highness, the son of Late Bogdan.” Drazhan groaned at the me
