“I can’t tell you what to do.”, Markus said softly, watching Oliver. He didn’t need to know. Oliver could just as well also have something bad in mind, and Markus was powerless to stop him from doing whatever he planned on doing.
“I’m glad you saved me… and if you really want to travel with me some, instead of… just bringing me back… it would make me really happy too.”. He had told Oliver how he felt. He didn’t like being king. Traveling was something he had always worried about, been afraid of even. He was afraid something would happen to his kingdom while he was away, that he’d be blamed even. But now he was missing, and not out of his own will leaving. He still worried, of course, but who could blame him for not being there?
emptynarration 