Chapter Twelve

Underworld realm

Lothaire's Demesne

Palace

•PHAELIN•

Days have passed since the last time I had a word with Lothaire. The castle seemed dull for he was nowhere to be found. I dine alone. Quite a few times, the servants would join me if I ask them. Nevertheless, they would not.

I am able to hear him enter his chamber during nightfall. However, every time I give a knock on his door and try to come inside, he is not present in his room.

It was strange. The thought that he was avoiding me intrudes my inner peace. I admit that each morning felt like an old cup of tea waiting to be drained away—somber and agonizing.

I spent the week roving around the realm. Eikesier would be with me at each moment. Wherever I go, albeit I did not call for the watchdog, he would always come and appear all of a sudden. I had the chance to interact with the denizens of the underworld. I helped the shades push the vegetation of the individuals upward in the land