After hearing what Eccar said, King Aethor and the advisors present all had the same thought. They glanced at each other, and then the king spoke.
"You heard him. Prepare a small squad to escort him to Qomore."
The advisor gave a firm, brief nod. "I'll see to it right away, Your Majesty."
He stepped out with a guard to carry out the order.
Eccar watched the advisor leave, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly at the command. The king said it was to give him an escort—but in truth, he was assigning someone to spy on him.
But that was fine. It wouldn't be a problem. If this helped them feel safer, then he'd allow it. Hopefully, they wouldn't send someone annoying that would get in his way.
King Aethor leaned back in his chair and looked at Eccar again. His eyes—always sharp, always on edge—made Eccar a little uncomfortable, like he was being scrutinized even though he was just standing still.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Eccar asked.
