It was around 4 AM in the morning. Jerome was still sitting on the chair in his workroom, checking the wall clock every two minutes. And because he was watching the pendulum swinging for almost the whole night, without getting a wink of sleep, he was beginning to feel dizzy.
“Ugh!” He massaged his forehead and mumbled to himself, “When did His Majesty start to head back from Orsenia anyway? I thought he would be here about two hours ago.”
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. He then rested his chin on his crossed palms and thought while being worried about the King’s safety, ‘I hope no obstacles arose in his travel back… Or in his travel there… or during his time in Orsenia.’
Letting the King leave his sight and not getting any information on his whereabouts was taking a toll on Jerome’s peace of mind.
