Chapter 151: Part One: Postpone
"Your Majesty, you have not said a word about it. Your wedding is tonight, and the council is wondering why it has been postponed for so long. Even today, we hope it will not be delayed any further."
A figure sat lazily in his seat, surrounded by several elderly men. One of them finally spoke up, his tone laced with concern.
"We have to take this seriously. We’ll be needing an heir—a heir we can train—as you and your wife move forward. We’ll also be expecting more heirs in the future."
The figure said nothing. He simply sat there, quietly scribbling on the paper as if nothing had happened—as if none of it concerned him at all, as if they weren’t talking seriously about the future of the company.
The hall fell silent, waiting for his response.
He finally raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the room. His expression was bored, distant, as if to say, Are you all done, or do you have more to babble about? That was the exact look he wore—blank and disinterested.
At last, he moved. His voice was quiet, but it carried easily in the stillness, as if he controlled it.
"I hear you all," he said, his tone cold.
He dipped his pen into the ink and resumed writing. The only sound now was the soft scratching of the nib against the paper. They all stared at him, wide-eyed, shocked by his behavior.
"Your Majesty, are you not interested in meeting your wife-to-be?" someone asked hesitantly. "You could get to know her more. She arrived at the castle last night—it would be perfect to see her. You haven’t seen her yet. Maybe get to know more about each other before the wedd—"
Zethan cut him off, still focused on his writing.