"Do you want to return to your room?" asked Syrena attentively.
Agenor lowered his head slightly while holding the princess of Ruxenia's wrist. His stomach started churning, and cold sweat appeared on his face, chest and back.
"My Prince?" asked Syrena again.
"Relax, I'm fine," said Agenor.
Even though Agenor said he was fine, Syrena still felt uncomfortable. Moreover, Agenor's stomach has not been filled with a single animal this morning.
"What's the matter, Agenor?" asked the king.
"Nothing happened, Your Majesty. I'm just a little unwell."
"Then don't force yourself to be here. You may return to your room if you are unwell." The king smiled kindly, making the queen and Federline look annoyed.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. However, I can still endure it. The opportunity to have breakfast with you doesn't happen daily for me."