William sighed, this week of travelling was exhausting. King Francis never travelled light and being in the mist of a whirlwind king was a chore for the obedient little priest.
They had arrived at Francis castle and he had given them the best guest rooms, he had protested a room with a simple shelf would be enough for him but Francis had laughed and ordered for his items to be taken away.
Remembering the lavish meals and emptiness that had followed over the past couple of days his sad mood sunk further.
He sighed and with a knock on the door he lay down on his bed. There was a soft knock before he heard his name being called."Father William ?"
He looked up. Amelia. He hugged his stomach tighter. He was trapped being a authoritative figure. There was a pang to his chest and a tear d
