“We’re going to take one bird down today.”
Caspian gave a nod to Zenon. “Good.”
But then he furrowed his brows and asked, “Are the servants on leave or something? Why aren’t they here to help me get dressed?”
Zenon’s gaze unintentionally fell towards the door of the bedchamber when he answered, “Oh, I thought that His Majesty wouldn’t want to be disturbed. So I stopped them. But now we must head out.”
Vincent raised his brows in surprise and glanced at Zenon. He quickly narrowed his eyes in suspicion and asked, “What was Mr. King so busy with that Mr. Tight Schedule let him off the hook, that also when we are planning to travel?”
“You don’t need to know,” Zenon raised his head a little and gave a corner-eyed look to Vincent. He was acting as if Vincent was someone who was beneath the scope of knowing the full truth.
