As someone who had the power to do whatever he wanted, Zalyric grew up fully aware of the strength of his status and used it to dominate anyone who stood below him. No matter who the person was, as long as they were beneath him, it was Zalyric's choice whether to treat them kindly or cruelly.
If he favored you, then you were safe.
But if he despised you, you were already walking the wrong path and you'd better stay far away, or your head might be flying any minute now.
"Your Majesty, the royal physician just left. He said the young man is only exhausted. The servants are also done changing the sheets and preparing a hot bath. Shall we wait until he wakes up, or should I have the servants assist him in bathing?"
Evan spoke carefully, as if walking on eggshells. The king had been irritable ever since waking up from Rowan's room. As for Rowan himself, he was still asleep, drained from exhaustion.
