Seymour and the lads

'Why did Sylvaine want to meet His Majesty?' Seymour wondered as his carriage moved along the path that led to the palace. His frown lines did not leave his forehead as he thought of all the possible reasons his daughter would wish to meet the man who had instilled fear in his subjects.

'Does she really like His Majesty or is it just that she is intrigued by him and it is all momentary fascination? Seymour's thoughts ran wild, and for an instant, he even wondered if his daughter had fallen deeply for the young King. But he shook his head and dispelled his notions when he realized how absurd they sounded.

"We have reached, Your Grace." The coachman knocked at the door and waited a few seconds before opening it.

Seymour cleared the creases on his robe before he got off the carriage, pushing back his thoughts for the time being. "I will be late today. You may rest until then."

"Yes, Your Grace." The man replied politely before bowing at him.