"She has been found."
The quill he had been using so meticulously fell out of his hand.
His gaze shot up, catching Andon's gaze and pinning it.
"Where is she?"
Andon drew closer, perching himself at the edge of Yeren's table.
"In your receiving room."
"And the boy?"
"With her."
He rubbed his eyes.
"I thought she had gone South. How in the world did you find her? Are you certain it's them?"
"You can see for yourself, Your Grace. I don't think I would forget the face of the woman giving my King sleepless nights." Andon muttered with his usual crooked grin.
"How did you manage to find her?"
Andon laughed.
"That is a story best not told, Your Grace." He stood up. "Now, I will take my leave. I need a warm bath and good food."
Yeren stood as well.
"If you hadn't gone, she probably would not have been found by now."
The cocky man grinned again.
"I hope you now understand how indispensable my counsel is to you." With that, he left the room.
