Sabre has a small smile on his face as they had walked and spoken silently with each other as was their way. He liked to tease Abigor, had done ever since they had become friends, perhaps even a little before that.
"What outfit would that have been...you liked so many?" He said as they reached the door.
"And the threat of my father is why you did not ravish me!" He purred softly.
He entered after Abigor knocked to find the old demon at his desk going over plans.
"My Lord King....do you feel better?" He said looking up at the pair.
Sabre smiled wryly.
"Not as well as I might like my Lord....but there are things to be done and I should start by telling you that I have shown leniency to the prisoner...but I am sure you are already aware of that."
Zenethor raised an eyebrow.
"I am...why...I will not fathom....he is a prisoner....you are not your father that is for sure!"
Sabre shook his head and paced the room, somehow sitting in front of Zenethor would make him feel small and weak.
"I have my reasons....now I would hear plans about the coronation, I think it would only re-reinforce my hold if you allowed Flori to be there."
Zenethor nodded as if expecting this request.
"Abigor and I discussed it when you were sleeping...we are in agreement, though an outsider the Queen may attend."
He looked critically at the pacing man, he was far too pale, tired looking, here he could override even the king in orders.
"Lord Abigor...please escort the King back to his chamber he needs to rest...and I mean rest!" He said pointedly.
"Sabre you will do so for the next two days at least, Abigor, Kora and Uric may attend you when you are awake...if you do not obey this order.....then I will be forced to send Ana to you." He said with a slow smile.
"I am sure she will be more than happy to tuck you into bed and ensure you remain there, probably feed you a bottle of hot milk like an infant if I ask her!"
Sabre went to protest but Zenethor's gaze quelled his tongue, just like it had as a boy, he knew better than to argue with him.
