Three days later, Eloran went before the King. “I would like to travel, if I may.”
“Where would you like to go?”
The King looked to Klaes, then back to his son. “Why?”
Eloran wanted to make something up, had been trying to come up with a plausible lie for the past three days and had come up with nothing. He took a deep breath and tried the truth. He was in a room with his father and Klaes. The truth might be safe.
“I wish to see Anan.”
The King stifled a laugh and Eloran relaxed. “You may go, but you will take a guard. Klaes will assign someone to you.”
Eloran smiled to his father, nearly speechless. “Thank you, sire.”
“It takes one day to travel there. I want you back in four days. In five days there is a ball that you will attend.”
The Prince bowed again. “Yes, sir. Thank you, father.”
Eloran nodded, went to Klaes and the two went to find the Prince a guard.