Chapter４２

Every time he attempts to sleep, no matter how exhausted or lightheaded he may feel, he can't get his eyelids to shut.

He sighed heavily and got out of bed, giving up on sleep for the night.

He was still dressed in his royal garb when he heard a tap at the door.

"Enter," he said, and Jeremy entered.

Prince Jeremy entered the room with his customary severe expression, a large scar on his face from an assault by one of the rogues nearly making him forget he had called for him. He had his mother's austere features and manners, even if he was trying to be polite these days.

"Greetings, My King," Jeremy bowed to the king, who was already seated in his normal chair. Spenser sighed, "Jeremy."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing OK, Your Majesty. " Jeremy answered in a tone that was icy: