Phillips had been awake since the early hours of the morning, standing, sitting and pacing in study and prayer. His mind was filled with concern for the king, for the nobility and the servants that came to confession told him of rumors that the king was not well.<br/><br/>One of the men of the court even so much as told him that the king had not been in attendance to his own meetings and councils.<br/>He knew that not everything that these people said would be valid, indeed, many of the stories that the servants shared were faulty and inaccurate when stacked against one another. Since that was the case, he was wary to share it with anyone other than his own personal writings that he kept in a simple leather bound book.<br/><br/>As he sat, meditating on the stories and his prayers, one of the servants of the court came and told him his immediate presence was requested in the throne room. Phillips would have asked him further information, but the servant was already gone, probably to go summon others in the court.<br/>A small sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed his leather bound book of rumors and hid it in his desk drawer, making sure other books covered it. If anyone found this book, it would be a great offense to the king, and to all those souls who had poured out their hearts to him.<br/>Once the book was settled, Phillips stood and quickly brushed away any unwanted folds in his garment, then made his way to the throne room.<br/><br/>He passed by a pair of confused servants and baffled ladies and men of the court, and when the doors were opened for him, the large room was filled with hushed whispers and confused faces.<br/>He met the eyes of a few of the nobles and smiled kindly, shaking the hands of those who approached. As he walked around, he took note of who was there, and saw to his surprise, the kings own advisor.<br/>“Sir Andrew, it is good to see you here amongst good company.”<br/>Phillips smiled and dipped his head respectfully in an attempt to keep his mind from wandering back to his book.