“How are you feeling, son?” the Prime Minister asked, and Kassian pulled his hand away from his face, trying to smoothen his expression. It had been three days since they politely urged to leave without officially meeting anyone worth talking to. They had found an inn to stay in while the last arrangements were being made for the journey back, and now it was time to part ways.
“I’m fine now,” Kassian muttered, getting up from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting. “I’m sorry for showing you such a side of me.”
“Well, the fault is partially mine,” the Prime Minister replied, scratching his temple. “I should have warned you not to drink that purple alcohol, but I thought you’d refuse all food and drinks as usual. Is this the first time you’ve taken an aphrodisiac?”
“It’s the first
