After Ragar’s conversation with the Queen, he was accompanied back to his quarters. He feels heavy, being taken away from his King again, not even letting him remain for a few minutes. Despite his monarch’s appearance, Ragar is still regretting that it wasn’t them who had prepared him for his burial. It could possibly be the last time they are to attend him, they would never know, especially when accusing eyes are darted at them. Their future is uncertain and he has a feeling that it wouldn’t turn out good based on the fact that they’re being locked up and the King of Castille, most of all, is finding them suspicious.
“Walk on,” the guard hissed when he halted by Sierra’s room, badly wanting to see her.
He clasped his hands together and regarded the guard. “I would like to check how o
