As soon as Xanthus grabbed and put his silk robe over his bandage-wrapped bare upper body, all of a sudden the door of his room opened wide inside. When he turned his glance around, his brows twitched to find that it was Randall who hurriedly barged inside his chamber.
"Your Grace, a-are you finally awake?" Randall tried to forge a big smile on his sweaty face, but his tone somewhat sounded anxious. Even his posture was fidgety when he offered a humble bow before Xanthus. "Are you feeling b-better now after the sleep? You were asleep for a long time, so are your wounds better now, Your Grace?" He tried to initiate a normal conversation which was a bit odd of him.
Furrowing his thick pointed brows, Xanthus scoffed and gave a small nod before he tried to storm out of the room, walking past him, "Yes, I am better."
