The King looked at me and gave me a sly grin, "What do you need, Natasha?"
I sighed, He's that kind of person?
"I'd have to explain a few things first," he lied back on the bed and fixed his posture, moving the pillows behind him.
One of the Clerics, an Urkila Tigea, approached him and tried helping.
The King glared at him and shouted, "DON'T!"
The man stepped back and looked down, "Apologies, Your Majesty..."
An awkward moment of silence followed the interaction.
"I'm..." the King sighed, his face flushed and his voice increased in volume, "not senile! Don't take this away from me!"
I noticed his hands were shaking.
The Queen sighed and covered her mouth. Her eyebrows went down and she closed her eyes.
Rinald gave me a pained look.
I see, I nodded, looking around the room to escape the awkward situation.
The windows were wide open and the gentle smell of fresh air made its way into the room, probably to keep a constant airflow for the sake of the ill King.
