Markus still woke up around the time where he was supposed to, though when no one came to wake him, he got worried. Even more so when another servant came to see what was wrong, since Markus had a busy schedule again today and needed to get to breakfast.
Markus asked about Anti, but no one had seen him, and his room was empty. Markus’ heart sunk, and he didn’t go to breakfast after he got dressed. He had no appetite. Anti didn’t want to be here obviously, so he wouldn’t force him to be here. He couldn’t go search personally, and saw no point sending guards. If Anti didn’t want to, he didn’t want to.
Anti had went back to the village in his poorly outfit. He entered his home and sighed as he plopped down on a wooden bench. He just wasn’t made for this job obviously. Everything he did was just wrong.
Markus was quite sad throughout the whole day. It weighed heavily on him, that Anti had gone. It didn’t get better for the next days either, and word traveled to the closest towns. The king was depressed over something, and didn’t smile.
He was still kind as he always was, but even the citizen going to court noticed that Markus was unhappy.
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