Chapter Seventy Six

Uther PoV

I should have heard from Spock by now. It was unusual that my servant would stand me up. Spock had very few flaws whenever he served me, and tardiness was definitely not part of it.

“Where is this man?” I asked as I continued to pace the gardens at the back of the mansion.

Usually, I wouldn’t care very much where and how Spock chooses to spend his time. I trusted him enough to believe that whatever he’s doing it for the good of the kingdom. And this situation was not different.

I believed that whatever made Spock come late must have been necessary and relevant for the good of the kingdom, but what I was really anxious for was the news he carried. I trusted Spock, but Marco was a totally different story himself.

Even with the Spock’s subtle supervision, I didn’t trust Marco to follow my orders. The bull-headed boy might do the exact opposite of what he ordered and throw the entire kingdom in another array of jeopardy. Marco was never one to look beyond his personal pride