Thud.
King Henry VIII gently closed the hefty tome in his hands.
Annan glanced over and noticed that the cover was inscribed with florid script reading "High-Order Aelin Language – A Detailed Discussion on the Special Significance of Syllables to Rituals."
What was this about?
...One is never too old to learn?
King Henry VIII lifted his head, his eyes smiling as he looked at Annan and gestured for him to sit beside him, yet he remained silent.
Thus, Annan took the hint and spoke.
He did not bow to the king, nor did he pay his respects or offer any pleasantries.
Just a glance at the books on the table and he murmured, "Are you studying Aelin language?"
"Yes, but there are some dragon language annotations that I can't make sense of. It's wonderful that you could come see me."
"—I don't think you asked me here just to make small talk," Annan interrupted, realizing he had been placed on the defensive.
King Henry VIII was not angered by the disruption.