Chapter 113: Wood Elves

"Why do you look so tense child", Marguritte asked. A maid rounded her and poured Milo a glass of water. 

The room they currently sat in wasn't like anything Milo had expected, actually nothing about this meeting was what he was expecting. Right now, sat across from Milo behind a small table the king and queen of one of the more powerful nations in this world resided. 

Each of them carefully watching his every move as a lone candle flickered in the breeze. All around the room, wood carvings protruded from the walls, daggers, swords, armour, accolades and jewels alike all hung from these carvings. 

On the far side of the room hanging on two separate shelves, a matching pair of pale blue pyjamas lay. Behind them, a small glass holding what appeared to be a toothbrush and a long strand of string, something Milo could only assume was used as a floss. 

Was he in their bedroom?