He locked himself in the study, ignoring the Queen Consort's worries and not wanting to deal with anything. In a daze, he felt as if he himself was going mad.
The sun already began to set in the west.
Suddenly, the Queen Consort's delicate voice came from outside the door, "Simon, Princess Teresa has come to see you. She says she has urgent matters to discuss about His Majesty. Will you come out to see her?"
Teresa?
Matters regarding His Majesty?
The latter term snapped Simon's mind into clarity. His expression fluctuated, but he eventually got up and opened the door of the study.
He saw the Queen Consort's face, filled with fear and worry.
He must look terrible right now.
Simon forced a smile, "Don't worry about me. Where is Teresa?"
After he said this, he realized how hoarse his throat was, as if it was on fire.
The Queen Consort whispered, "Princess Teresa is in the collection room looking at the paintings. Why don't you change your clothes before you go?"
"Alright..."
