To say Rowan was unhappy would be like calling a winter storm a light breeze.
He was furious.
As was Anna for some reason.
"BE SILENT." I told them. Forcefully. I didn't shout. But my tone shut them both up.
"Rowan. You like to play the part of my manservant. And to humour you, I play along. But if there was ever a time I needed you to obey me, it would be now. You WILL go with Anna back to the kingdom. You WILL leave tonight. You WILL obey me. Am I understood?"
Rowan was angry, and my words only made him angrier.
"AM I UNDERSTOOD, soulbrother?" I cut him off.
He glared at me.
I held his gaze.
He looked away.
"Yes, sir." He said.
"I will have an oath of you, Rowan."
He looked up sharply. "Sir, I will obey you." he said.
"I know you, Rowan, which is why I'm asking for your oath and promise that you will not deviate from my commands in the slightest."
"I swear, sir."
"With a soulseal?"
He gritted his teeth. "I…"
