Ryder
Ryder walked herself over to the king as he asked her to do. He looked right at her and asked. “How many came down here to deliver that?”
“Half a dozen,” she answered.
“Right,” he muttered and huffed in what appeared to be annoyance. “Did they say anything to you about the food?”
She nodded, “King Christian wanted to deliver food to those that did battle last night. General Harkem stated I was to deliver it right to your feet.”
“So it was dumped at your feet, curtesy of your own War General. And I see he switched out the food he showed me you were to be delivered as well. Ain’t that just grand.” King Christian murmured.
“He’s looking to get himself removed from his office, I see,” Beta Rich stated.
“That he is.” King Christian nodded and then looked at her attire once more, “I
