The next day, Caspian woke up early in the morning to find his wife sleeping peacefully beside him. She looked so deep in her sleep that Caspian didn’t dare to move at all, fearing he would wake his wife up if he did.
He kept on staring at his wife’s serene face and thought back to the things that had happened yesterday.
He couldn’t help but wonder if Everard was being truthful in the letter or if he was simply acting to have apologized when he had some other hidden motives. ‘I sure hope that he isn’t secretly preparing for any kind of battle while pretending to apologize.’
Caspian’s mind wandered around and recalled all the things that he had heard from Hamilton. He clutched his jaw in anger and cursed Everard in his mind. ‘And I sure as hell hope that he doesn’t harbor any funny ideas about my wife anymore. Or else, I will be the one declaring war even if that bastard doesn’t have any plans to go into war with me and my Kingdom.’
