Free of the attending the investigation for the moment, Soreth wasted little time in returning to his room. Granted, his movements were noticeably slower than they had been in getting there, but there wasn't as much need to rush at the moment in any case. At the moment, he mostly just wished that he could get that awful taste out of his mouth, and...
Before he knew it, he had almost made it back to the welcome peace of his room. Or relative peace, anyway, since he was sure that Wrenna would probably want to hear about what had caused his sudden exit. He couldn't really blame her, though, since he was sure that he would probably do the same thing if he was confined to the same room for an indefinite amount of time. Really puts the idea of imprisonment into a different perspective...Except this is more of protective custody, isn't it?
As he pondered the semantics behind it all, he made his way down the hall to the door of his room and stopped, looking around to ensure that the halls were empty before he entered. He was somewhat relieved to find that Wrenna hadn't burst into the hall again like before, at least. He was sure that he should trust her more, but he couldn't help being worried with all that could go wrong weighing on his mind.
Dropping the blanket, the servant stepped forward to pick up the sword from the ground. As expected, it was a bit heavy, but not quite too much to lift. "If it's in here, then it probably belongs to the king, doesn't it? Did he forget to put it away?" She supposed that it was possible for him to be in too much of a hurry to remember such a thing, or perhaps it was a brief moment of not particularly caring. Her brother had left his own weapons on his bed at home once in a while when he was still in training, and she remembered how their mother would always get mad at him for it. To think that maybe the king himself does the same...I just hope he doesn't forget to move them before he goes to bed like my brother did a those times.
She frowned a bit as she thought about her sibling, wondering where he was and how he was doing. He could be out doing some sort of job, or even just doing daily training...she really had no idea. It irritated her.
Drawing the sword only partway from the sheath, Amaryllis took the opportunity to examine it, almost tempted to try swinging it around a few times. She could have learned how to use a sword. She had tried to a couple of times in the past, even, but she just hadn't felt like she was progressing at all. Now she didn't really have the option any more. But if she had, she wondered, would she have been able to go with that irresponsible sibling of hers? Even now the thought crossed her mind.
"...Now that I think of it, does the king even use swords...?"
The question had hit her out of the blue, but she suddenly couldn't recall seeing or hearing of King Dizoralth having weilded a sword for any purpose besides maybe a ceremonial one. Even so, this one was of a particularly strange design. It wasn't like any that she had ever seen before. Where had this odd piece of equipment come from?
After several minutes of reminiscing and looking over the sword, all thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone opening the door to the bedroom. Dropping the blade she turned quickly to see the door starting to move aside. Ah! I didn't finish with the sheets! What do I say?