Following his cousin as he took a seat before the vast map displayed on the wall, Aslak blankly walked to a nearby chair. Staring at the same map his cousin observed with concern with wide yet confused amber… for only one thought conquered his soul.
“..… I can’t go.” — Lastly, in the settled quiet they established because of the circumstances' severity, Aslak said almost softly. Causing the eyes of the King to drift away from the map to lay on the standing Archduke.
“… What do you mean you can’t go, Aslak?”
“… I… I can’t leave Ewelina.” — Meeting the excruciating gaze of his cousin, Aslak stated.
“……”
A moment was taken by the King to stay composed, yet the patience was not to allow such anymore.
*CrAsh!!*
“What do you mean... you can’t, Aslak?… It's not a matter if you can or not. You HAVE to. Who do you think Sortnafeigr belongs to! Huh?! Have you forgotten the Lord of those lands is only yourself?!!”