It was a long night for Sapiens. First, he wore himself out arguing with Fabian that he didn’t need a physician and that Fabian staying over for the night would look suspicious—also trying to answer his questions about how the mare suddenly considered him a friend after nearly killing him. Then, when he’d finally convinced Fabian to go home and went inside the palace himself, the rest of his energy was spent on seeming sorry before the King, who took his time interrogating him regarding the stranger under his roof.
Sapiens put up his best act to hide his injury, but the King was too busy yelling to notice in any case.
“I step out of my room and I find out you brought a stranger to the royal palace and went out without guards? And what in Kumar’s good name are you wearing? Don’t you get t
