"For now, you'd better get some rest. The journey from the north must have been tiring, wasn't it?" Quentin asked.
"Since you asked, the journey was tiring enough, especially since I had to sit for days in the carriage," Harold replied, complaining about how they brought him to Calden Castle.
"Please forgive our impoliteness. It will not happen again. I can assure you of that," Quentin replied.
Harold took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Both hands clasped around his waist as he looked back into the eyes of Quentin, the youngest prince Harold thought had less experience.
"If Queen Catherine saw your progress, she would probably be very proud of you, Lord Quentin," Harold explained.
Quentin was silent, smiling a bit as he looked at Dorren. Dorren, without any words coming out of Quentin's mouth, immediately invited Harold to go to the chamber that had been provided. There were many chambers in Calden Castle, all available to host any Helferich guests who came to visit.
