"I'll be sending a message." Gesth suddenly stood up from his chair and made a move towards the door. His resolve was finally complete and he didn't have a lot of time to feel terrible about it.
Liam bolted up from the bed and rubbed his eyes, "Are you finally going to tell Your—"
"No—it's none of your business." The old man's tone was gruff and rough. Even for his own liking and somehow it made him feel his age more. The pain and stiffness in his back and entire body was getting to him and it wasn't something that could be mitigated with Healing Potions or Anti-Aging Poultrices that the Noble Women like to use.
The younger Bodyguard looked crestfallen. And the boy was honestly too soft for a job as important as the one they had now—which was probably one of the reason why they messed up in the first place. But for now, the old man chose to ignore that and focus on this. He hadn't always been good with his own relationships, but this was finally a start to mend it.
