A hand hit his face, turning his face to the right. He clenched his jaw to reduce the impact of the slap. Godric’s attendant knelt down at his feet. His eyes trained on the floor.
“You work for King Eric?” Godric glowered at him.
“Yes,” Lemuel replied dejected, he had been caught.
Godric figured only Lemuel had rights to his room whenever he was absent. Recounting the day he found the letter, Lemuel was the last to leave the room.
At first, the young lad did not agree he was the one. After a few yelling and slaps, he agreed.
What a sly fool
Godric touched Lemuel’s shoulders, patting him, “You have done well.” He grinned
Lemuel frowned; his Lord was bipolar. One minute, he is fuming with anger; the next, he is joyful. Patting him after a few slaps on his cheeks. He swallowed rubb
