Three weeks later.

Ulysses was so angry he had stomped out of the royal office in fits of anger when he found Prince Marrok and I conversing. We stopped midway when he walked in, and he huffed in anger.

“Why does everyone stop talking when I walk into a room?” he demanded.

“The King and I were discussing military matters,” Prince Marrok responded.

“I can smell the lie coming off you,” Ulysses snapped and left the office. ...