"Where is the king?" I asked Kyros a thousand times today, and as expected, he gave me the same answer: "Busy."
I sighed in frustration, going back to my room. I don't understand why he won't tell me where Orpheus is.
It had been two days, and I hadn't seen him since the last breakfast we had, when he promised to be back but never did.
I was worried shitless that something may have happened to him, and they didn't want to tell me. I continued to pace around the room with the hope that, wherever he was, he was okay.
My heart pounded faster, and my body felt weak; I could just stay here and do nothing. I needed to see for myself that he was actually okay. So I returned back to the door, pulling it. I was certain that by now, Kyros was already tired of me asking where the king was.
