“If so I am to give the appreciation you sought… Blessed thee Earth, King Jollveld.” — Making a deep reverence, the woman gave the demanded gratitude to the man, who in a whiff felt pleased by the sentence. Causing the woman to feel content by his word’s honour, ready to depart his presence. — “I am to come back for a farewell before departure. Your care will not be forgotten. If you excuse myself…”
“Wait.” — Stopping her leave, the man with a hardened voice called. — “Don’t leave so fast. There’s something else I am to tell you.”
“?”
Remaining in the spot she stood, Ewelina turned and watched how the King opened one of his desk’s drawers, taking something in his hand he was to make the woman pick by coming closer.
“Here. This… Given what it says I should give it to you, for if I simply tell it he could kill me while you may not want to believe it.”
“?… A small piece of parchment?”