Everyone had already left the room, but Ezekiel remained seated on his chair while staring at Tarah who was also sitting not far from him. He still couldn't believe how Tarah had fitted two of Beirut's descriptors on the woman that he should supposedly avoid.
'What kind of joke is this? Should I avoid the seer that can help our kingdom? This is so insane!'
Ezekiel inwardly mumbled his thoughts. For the first time in his life, he felt conflicted on what to do. He simply couldn't make a firm decision about the matter. Whether or not to drive Tarah away was simply beyond him at the moment.
Sighing loudly, he stood up and said to her, "Follow me to my tent."
Standing up as well, Tarah obeyed him as she followed him to his tent. Signaling her to sit on a nearby chair, he grabbed a blank piece of paper and wrote a quick letter for his sister. Tarah simply watched as he wrote, waiting for the prince to issue yet another command.
