Before he could add his own commentary to the advisors curiosities, Phillips was drawn to one of the noblemen-one who he recognized from confession not a week prior-only to have those rumors validated as truth.<br/>“Good heavens, they’re true.” Phillips couldn’t help but go back to everything numerous people had spoken of, events that he had been hesitant to believe, only because of his duty to the king.<br/>His face flushed of all color though as he listened to the stern command the nobleman gave to each man standing in the room: that this knowledge was not to leave there ears.<br/>What would that mean of his journal? Would the kings men think ill of him for keeping such information, despite it being technically unfounded?<br/>His hands began to tremble, and he swallowed nervously, then cast a glance at Andrew as he realized something.<br/>“I did not realize that the king would keep such information from you, such as you are his advisor....perhaps you will be by his side once more, to give your sage wisdom.”<br/>It was then that something else caught his attention.<br/>Why would the nobleman who announced such a tragedy leave the court with words that implied doom? Was he sharing less because he knew something more about the health of the king?<br/>Phillips closed his eyes and muttered a quick prayer, then exhaled and looked back at Andrew.