Within the Western Tower, King Rowan stood in nothing but shorts and a cup of coffee as he watched the sun rise. He did not look happy, and soon a knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts.
"Come in," he said, and the door creaked open.
Derick walked in with some files and slowly placed them on the nightstand.
"Is it done?" Rowan asked, and Derick nodded.
"Yes, my king." Derick stepped closer. "What is the next plan?"
Rowan sighed and sipped his coffee. "Now we watch and play to her tune."
Derick's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing further. He had known Rowan long enough to trust his decisions and actions. Scheming and politics were best described as a game of chess. And Rowan was excellent at outing his opponents, even in the shadows.
"I will summon you when need arises," Rowan said. Derick bowed and off he went.
