A knock on the door woke him up.
It was morning?
Shrugging a robe over his lean frame, he urged the person to come in.
"A good morning to you, Your Grace."
Yeren nodded at him.
"The Royal Treasurer wants to discuss accounts with you, Your Grace."
He ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair.
His gaze darted to the jug of wine.
Andon followed his gaze.
"A wise man warned me about having wine too early in the day."
Yeren scoffed.
"I am in no mood for lectures. Where is my Cupbearer?"
Andon looked towards the open window.
"The carriage has not returned, so I assume she has not returned as well."
Yeren moved to the jug and poured the wine himself.
"I gave her an order."
Andon tilted his head. "Which was?"
"To be back before midnight."
Andon whistled.
"Lord Aldrich is a fine man, I can't fault her if she decided to linger longer in his very desirable company." Andon's eyes twinkled as he spoke.
Very desirable? Yeren wanted to choke on that.
