Micah smiled and nodded, "Understood. Thank-you." he said politely and followed the boy out of the room. He was surprised that the king reacted the way he had. Micah was expecting him to lose it and order him killed or something along those lines. While they walked, Micah looked around, taking in every beautiful detail of this palace as he continued to fan himself. It wasn't warm inside, this was just a habit he had. He would sometimes fan himself inside his own room back at home even though it was always fresh over there.

(Thank-you for understanding)