62. Pen and paper

"My Lord."

"My Lord."

"My Lord."

Vrinda Simard was streaming towards the hall and the soldiers were bowing. His long and masculine figure was terrific. His eyes were red and dark. It seemed that he hadn't slept well last night. 

"My Lord." He sat on the throne and the royale adviser bowed at him.

"Please take your seat."

The royal advisers sat in their place. Vrinda Simard looked at the throne of Darius Simard. He was absent. He looked at Jack who had been standing on the left side beside the throne of Crown Prince.

"Where is the Crown Price?" He asked coldly.

Jack shook his head, "He is not in his chambers since last night."

Since last night. If he was absent, he must be with something important regarding this case.

Vrinda Simard looked at the court firmly.