Helio sat with his head bowed as his wife's personal maid exited his office. He rubbed his chin slowly, a little annoyed with the events that had passed since he was gone. He did not care for Katya, but he could admit that she ran the imperial palace like a well-oiled ship raring causing any problems or such. But now, within the few months a discovered descendant of his had been brought to the palace, there was such a large scandal.
The maid was good with words, painting a damning narrative against Winter. But the emperor was not a stupid man, he knew this was just the machinations of his wife. Now the question plaguing his mind was what to do?
The illness of Sir Gregory was too strange and the maid sneaking into the barracks made a mockery of the palace's security. Rising to his tall stature from his office desk, Helio knew he wouldn't be able to get any work done until he went to go see everything for himself.
