Concern
A few hours ago, Orit stared at the man in front of him, slight concern coming on his face as something uneasy settled in the pits of his stomach, almost making him sick. I don’t know what is wrong, but I know that something is and I am not the least bit comfortable with the expression his majesty is making. I can’t tell what he is thinking but the meeting he had with Roshi only a day ago seems to be bugging his mind. He does not seem to be able to be his usual bubbly self, let alone his usual self at all. Running his hands through his hair he walked to the man, attempting to make conversation with the man staring over his mountain of work for the past couple of minutes, not even moving or making any progress. “Your majesty,” Orit said, walking to the man in front of him, placing a
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