The flap of the tent opened as the King of Rante raised it to enter. The words of the Frescon brothers and Eisen went dimmer behind them. As they went on with the discussion.
‘They might be right; I am thinking a bit too much.’ He was laughing on the inside as his eyes moved over to the Queen of Rante all curled up like a cat inside the light blanket Her head was hidden under the left arm. His eyes relaxed as he watched her. Darce did not realize he was standing in that position for a long time as he watched her curled up. He only realized the change when Rosa shivered due to the cold wind entering the tent and frowned. She was like a child when she slept. Darce slowly entered the tent and let the flap down in fear of making her sick.