Chapter 65: Good Enough?

"Why do you look exhausted, your majesty?"

Ísar gave Sir Erik a look and let out a loud sigh, his hands on his hips. The entire action made the knight press his lips together to keep from laughing. The young king looked like an exhausted mother when he'd done that.

"This is not at all going like I'd originally planned," Ísar said before standing beside the knight who'd been resting on the wall to the side of the large hall. "Why exactly am I suddenly in the student council?"

"Oh? Congrats? Or condolences?" Sir Erik said, a small amused smile on his face. The smile only grew when Ísar looked up at him with his 'not-pouting' expression.

"You toe the line of respect and misdemeanor quite well, Sir Erik," Ísar said with a huff, resting his back against the wall and staring out to the still busy campus.