May troubles fade and fears take flight

Adeline glanced over at Lea, who couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at her own bluntness, finding a moment of levity amidst the tension.

Sophia's brow furrowed as she grappled with Adeline's question, her thoughts swirling with a mix of frustration and apprehension. "What?!"

Adeline's eyes softened as she continued, her tone empathetic. "You seem genuinely worried, My Lady. Truth be told, none of us would dare to suggest to the King that he should eat or rest. Even before he ascended to the throne, he was a formidable presence that barely dared to approach with such requests."

Sophia's lips parted, a mixture of disbelief and realization dawning on her features. She pondered Adeline's words, "But how? Why?" Sophia looked puzzled.

"You're still asking why, My Lady. King Ragnar is very fearsome, he has a heavy aura of intimidation," Adeline explained, her voice tinged with a hint of fear.