“I am the King and you should obey me!” Everard growled at Jerome while giving him a piercing glare.
Jerome simply scoffed, unaffected by that weak threat from the King, and growled back, “To obey you or not is my decision. And let me be clear about one thing. I won’t obey the King when I know that he is about to make a stupid decision and is possibly getting himself in deep trouble.”
Everard instantly drooped his shoulders and then said in a lousy manner, “I just want to meet my friend and clear his doubts so that we can keep on being friends! Why don’t you understand me?”
“I do. I do understand you.” Jerome took a deep breath to calm the anger that was rising in his chest and then said, “But you should also try to understand how I feel. What will I say to everyone if something happens to you on this journey?”
“I won’t die, if that’s what you mean.” Everard frowned and then sat back on his chair.
