“"What it is, Mikel?" The steward bowed his head. "You have not eaten today. Please, allow me to have something prepared." "I have no appetite," Dom said, rubbing his neck. "I must finish these accounts and then look over the collections." "Sir, if I may," Mikel placed his hand over the young lord's books. "You have barely slept since your father passed on. I hear you coughing in the evening as the dampness sets in, and I fear for your health. The only thing I have seen you consume in excess is ...wine. You cannot continue like this." "And why not? What have I to look forward to in this life? Endless work at a table? Never being allowed to go outside, for fear my enemies will put an arrow in my back? Marrying a woman I have not met, simply because my father pitied the wench?" "So that is what ails you! His Majesty told me that she was very fair." "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend. One would not think that to look into my eyes would mean the loss of thought and life." "The responsibly of a king is great, Sire.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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