Capítulo 293: Straying Care

"A bit early, don't you think, Your Majesty," Desmond observed in a mocking tone as he entered one of the sitting rooms in the estate they were staying in for the time being. 

Stephano sat beside a fireplace, staring into flames that matched his eyes. He had a heavy bottom glass full of something strong. It probably tasted like poison, in Desmond's opinion, but Stephano could look past it depending on his mood. The King was sleep-deprived and hoped it helped knock him out early before he had to make serious decisions.

"Are you here to comfort me or piss me off?" Stephano asked. 

Desmond didn't know what specifically had put the monarch in such a sour mood, but he was willing to talk him through it. He was there to search for information anyway. 

"Whatever you need, I'll be that," Desmond said. 

Stephano motioned for the other man to sit in the chair next to him.