“Can I leave now?” Everard asked the tired Jerome for the umpteenth time. “Look! It’s already dark outside like you said.”
Jerome was sitting on a chair beside the King. Both of them were facing the windows of the King’s chambers.
Jerome let out a heavy sigh and then said while staring at the King with an indifferent look on his face, “That’s not called dark. That’s called dusk. You need to wait until it’s dark, preferably until 10 PM or so, if you don’t want to stand outside Orsenia’s castle, shivering with cold and waiting for the morning to arrive.”
Everard rolled his eyes at Jerome and went back to staring outside the windows again. He didn’t argue with Jerome because he knew that the man was right.
“Until then,” Jerome cleared his throat and then said, “Why don’t you jog around the garden to warm up for the long journey?” He pointed at Everard’s shoes and asked, “Those are new, aren’t they? You will know if they are comfortable while running or not.”
