Sairis's POV
He couldn't understand why they always insisted on parading the entire household whenever someone from the palace came to visit. Wouldn't it be simpler to just speak with the head of the house and spare everyone the stress of standing around and waiting?
Sairis groaned softly but nodded. "Alright. I am going."
He took a step forward, then paused and glanced at her again. "If I collapse, you are carrying me."
Henrietta gave him a flat look. "If you collapse, I will leave you there."
Sairis huffed a quiet laugh. "Kind as always."
"Go," she snapped.
Sairis raised his hands slightly in surrender and turned toward the house, already dreading the effort it would take to look presentable.
Behind him, Henrietta muttered something under her breath, but he did not bother to ask what it was. Knowing her, she was probably cursing his existence.
He walked slowly toward the house, every step reminding him of his poor decisions the night before.
