Chapitre 40: Chapter 40

The next day, the king returned, striding into Sofia's room without a single knock. He didn't exactly surprise her. She'd been awake for hours.

Roark wore only a button-up shirt tucked into leather pants with thick boots. To her surprise, a cat followed on his heels. A tiny, sleek, two-toned creature with an arrogant face.

The king paid it no mind as he leaned against the doorframe. "Have you come to a decision?"

She chose to delay. "Good morning, Your Highness." She curtsied and held it long enough that he snapped, "Get up already."

She rose and eyed him. He looked frazzled and impatient. "It's a beautiful day." It actually was; she'd seen the sun rise over the city, an incredible sight without a dome. She found that facet fascinating.

"You are trying my patience. Will you heal for me or not?"

"I told you. I don't know how."

"I see you plan to keep lying. Very well. Have it your way. You will remain in this room until you cooperate."