Chapter 18

  King Herman was pacing to and fro in his room. He wasn't satisfied with just a "we found the prince horse feeding" news.

Hell!! Was that supposed to be news. they were supposed to bring his sword or better still him.

"My king." Queen Anna called softly placing her hand on king Herman's broad shoulder caressing it.

"Anna." His deep voice came out dry. 

He must have been thinking less and drank too much. She could barely recognize his voice considering how cracked it sounded.

"You drank too much again, it won't solve anything."

"Anna." He called frailly ignoring the taunting stares of her carring eyes. "I wasn't able to sleep since the messanger came.."

"And drinking yourself to death will make you fall asleep? It will only make you fall sick my lord."

"I know...," he hushed and went to sit on a wooden chair