บท 335: Fountain Pen

Turning his attention back to Bain, Riz's gaze softened with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you for surviving, Bain," he said, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity. "Had you not made it, I might still be in the dark about what transpired. You can rest now."

With a subtle gesture, Riz signalled to his staff, who moved forward to escort Bain out of the office.

The door closed behind them, leaving Riz and Alexander to continue their conversation in the wake of the unexpected events that had unfolded.

"What are you going to do, Your Majesty?" Alexander's inquiry broke the momentary silence, his gaze fixed on Riz with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

Riz leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he contemplated the situation.

"I will send a letter to King Isaac," he finally answered, his voice carrying a determined undertone. For now, that's the best he could do.