She turned her face slightly to look at him, her tone lightening a bit, "Perhaps it's time to let the people see that their Lord is still alive?"
Louis smiled slightly, threw on his cloak, buttoned the collar, and adjusted the cuff links.
"Very well."
He walked to the window and pushed open the heavy wooden shutters.
The cold wind blew in, but the sunshine seeped through the clouds, illuminating the snow-melted ground and the slowly rising cooking smoke far away in Red Tide City.
After simply freshening up, Emily and Louis left the room together, walking through the corridor to the side dining room of the main building in Red Tide City.
Breakfast was already prepared.
There were no silver plates or jade utensils, no exquisite spices or candied fruits, just a few slices of rye bread, a pot of steaming coarse grain porridge, a small dish of pickled bear meat, and some stewed root vegetables.
