Chapter 417 A Chance
- Warlord laced his fine cloak with the velvet lining around his neck and headed for the chamber door. Pausing just before it to turn and give me a look. “I have to go. I must rejoin the King’s guests for dinner.”
- His shoulders slumped as though this were something he dreaded.
- And why is he bothering to explain to me where he’s going and why? It seemed a bit odd.