Edward left the harbor estate with a dark face. The ride back to his residence was silent. The lords following him did not dare speak. They knew it would not be easy to convince the Steward, but they did not expect his attitude to be so strong.
The sea wind was strong, but it did nothing to calm the anger burning in Edward's chest.
A king.
Yet he had been forced to lower himself before a steward.
"I should have killed Ernest when I had the chance."
He began to regret not killing Ernest openly. At most, people would have cursed him, but he would not have fallen to this state.
When Edward finally arrived at his residence, a servant hurried forward and bowed.
"Your Majesty, messages have arrived from the two southern kings."
Edward frowned.
"Bring them."
The letters were placed in his hands. He opened the first one.
As he read, his expression grew colder.
