Blade walked towards the table.

He looked at his mate, watching as she frowned her face in anger.

"You look upset."

Blade asked, watching as she twisted her fingers.

Bella stared down at the cardigan which she had made for the king.

The doctor had just claimed it to be hers.

"Nothing, nothing at all, you called for me, is there a problem."

Bella asked, hoping the king did not remember what had happened the previous night.

"What happened last night, I woke up with a terrible head ache and I learned I drank my self to stupor the previous night."

Blade said, sitting down on a chair, the images...