Bab 473: 473

"Have them wait in the throne room, I know they want to ask about the king. After a while just tell them we're busy and that we will inform them the minute we get any news from our people outside." The small elf said as he rubbed his forehead. A long sigh escaped his lips and he fell back on his chair. 

His little office was comfortable, not comfortable enough though for him to deal with the swarms of letters and the visitors he received every day, asking where the king was. He scratched his chin, seeing the soldier who had just received his command leave, silent thinking about his words. 

Ea looked at the piles of papers that had gathered in the wooden desk. He grabbed his feather, a very nice gift from Ares. It was beautiful, taken from a red bird with golden details. It reminded him of a passionate flame, maybe not a very fitting image for him but still, it also looked like his husband's eyes.