*
Mansoor woke up to the faint scent of freshly grilled meat, porridge and jasmine tea. Kazeem was eating heartily on the floor beside him, a small plate set in front of him. The sight of the food made him sour immediately.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Breakfast, your Majesty," Kazeem bowed his head. "I saved your own portion here," he pointed to the small covered tray beside him.
Mansoor stared down at the food, feeling nothing but contempt.
"If I were back at the palace, I wouldn't feed this to the lowest peasant at the gates," he spat as he sat up.
"Unfortunately, we aren't at the palace any more, your Majesty. We will have to make do with what we can."
Mansoor grumbled as he reached for his bag, rummaging through it for his chewing stick. "How long have I been asleep?" he as
