back at the Herbalist’s home.
“You don’t appear guilty, so why do you act like you are? How come you project an air of serenity when you’re really a hurricane? I watch you cutting down countless lives, bringing the powerful to their knees, and causing men to quake at the very mention of your name. ”
As Spenser tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep, these were the phrases running through his mind. While he was exhausted and lightheaded, his lousy personality prevented him from sleeping. His eyes opened up at last.
When he turned back and saw Ella perched on a chair in front of him, he took a few deep breaths.
His attention was once again drawn to Ella.
Ella had been watching the King as he fought sleep. When she thought about how sad he was, her heart broke. As soon as his eyes opened, he gazed at her. He need urgent rest.
Spenser pondered the meaning of the words that had echoed in his mind: *Why do you seem innocent, when you’re not?
“My…. “Ella stutters, “My King.” Now that you’re reading this, you’re probably awake.
Spenser sat up and took a deep breath, his fingers moving over his hurt side. Even yet, he was aware that the aches were gradually disappearing.
He swiveled to look away briefly before turning back to Ella.
“I was taken to a Herbalist? Asked he.
“Yes… Your Majesty. She didn’t know why she was so nervous about this guy.
When Spenser looked out the window, he saw that it was now rather late.
He sighed heavily and relaxed against the wall, his icy eyes fixed on an increasingly uneasy Ella: “Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep already?
When he questioned it in a grumpy tone, Ella firmly rejected the idea. “I’ll…. She swallowed nervously, “I will be doing that very soon, My King. ”
She wanted to inquire as to his whereabouts, maybe suggesting that he attempt to get some rest now, but she lacked the nerve to do so.
Spenser sensed a certain toughness. But remembering how it usually was with Ella, he brushed it off, knowing it would only make him hungrier. One of them turned around and faced the other way, and they stayed that way, not speaking to one another the whole time.
Ella had fallen asleep in the chair during the night, but she could tell the King hadn’t blinked. Since he seemed to be so fatigued, she felt terrible and hoped she could do something to help him rest.
Maybe she might help him out in some way…. Whenever they return to the royal residence.
On the other hand, Spenser was keeping an eye on her even while she slept. Such a helpless, but unique, expression on that little face.
Why does he feel the need to eat so much after being with her? How was it possible that only her touch earlier that day was enough to tame his destructive wolf? How? Exactly how is it even possible?
He rubbed his jaw and shook his head as he peered at her. He was well aware that sleeping on the wooden chair was not ideal for her, and he wanted to invite her to join him in bed, but his grumpiness prevented him. And so he left her alone.
The Following Day,
When Ella awoke, she saw Jeremy in the room with the King, who was adjusting his belt. Oit seems he has acquired another another clothing. Not his style, but certainly fit for a king.
Spenser looked at her once after realizing she was awake, then turned his attention back to his belt. Ella certainly took note of how much more like a king he seemed as opposed to the sickly individual he had been the night before. His stern, irritated expression returned.
Do you still see that rogue?
Spenser questioned as he retrieved Jeremy’s sword. Jeremy said, “Yes, My King,” and Spenser left the room at once.
His wounds had obviously recovered by this point.
Jeremy huffed, “Come on, Ella,” and followed her out.
After a restless night, Ella got to her feet, despite the pain in her lower back and waist. Oh! She longed for a good night’s rest at the palace, but it would have to wait until she had ensured the king had some.
She straightened her clothes and left the room, having mentally retraced her steps out of the home. She was about to enter, but as she neared the entrance, a thought struck her: the Herbalist’s daughter.
There were questions that needed to be asked, and she needed to see her for that. It was necessary for her to.
Stepping outside, she saw the guards gathered and a man kneeling before Spenser with his sword drawn. Jeremy followed closely following.
That was a person Ella would have recognized. He was obviously one of the thieves who had been apprehended the day before. Uh-uh. He’s such a bad guy that nobody else will do. Worse yet, what was the King planning to do with him?
“Who sent you?”
Spenser demanded as he glared angrily at the scoundrel before him. His hands were wanting to wield the blade on him, and the goddess could tell. He didn’t respond, but Spenser replied with a grit in his teeth, “I’m giving you one more opportunity.”
“Who sent you to assault me?” ”
The outlaw hesitated for a while, but then murmured, “No one.”
The scowling Spenser sighed. Regardless, “I would have murdered you.” As his head fell to the ground, he stabbed the sword through his neck.