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We entered a room with a large and long table with a row of chairs tucked in. Many men who stood behind their chair bowed nervously at Ezra and me. I can feel the tension of the room. It is possible because I am here. Well, that is expected. I mean, who brings a child to a military war meeting?
Ezra walked up to the front of the table with me still in his arms.
"Thank you all for coming; take a seat so we may start." Ezra demanded. Everyone sat down quickly and faced Ezra.
Wow, this man is given so much respect. You can see the fear in all of their eyes. It is a bit strange since I am only used to seeing Ezra smile and being so gentle with me.
"With all due respect, grand commander -But shouldn't be the emperor; his majesty be here to conduct today's meeting? Will he not get upset if decisions are made without his approval?" questioned a bearded man. His voice trembled more and more as he ended his sentence.
Ezra looked dead at the bearded man and stood up. He placed me on his chair and walked towards the board.
"Does anyone see his majesty here? If so, let me know so I can take my leave." He questioned as he looked around the room.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion in total fear and shook their heads at Ezra.
"'I AM ASKING IF YOU SEE HIM ANYWHERE. IT'S A YES OR NO ANSWER!" He yelled as he slammed his hand at the board. Everyone jumped as a reaction to fear.
"N…no, Grand Commander!' they all responded at the same time.
"If he is not here, that means I am allowed to make the final decisions. It is my job as grand commander, and the third prince of this empire is to make final decisions if the emperor is NOT here. Why is everyone irritating me today!?" He whined as he shook his head.
Everyone began to stare at me in concern.
Hey man, I am used to yelling. Did you forget who my father is? Though, I am confused that Ezra is screaming and throwing fits like a child. He is usually so gentle and kind towards me.
"Jahmal, carry on with the military idea we discussed yesterday before I rip this bastard's head off."Ezra demanded as he picked me up and sat down with me on his lap.
A young boy, perhaps four or five-years-old, came in. My mouth opened wide. He has got to be the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. A boy model, straight out of a magazine. Light, hazel eyes that resembled summer grass and honey, sun-kissed skin with rosy cheeks. Dirty blonde, wavy hair. Whose gorgeous looking kid does he belong to? And why is he here? He resembles the scarface dude over there.
"Isaiah, what brings you here? I told you to stay in a tent." Scar man questioned the young boy.
"I...I was told to tell the commander that the princess is late." Stated the young boy.
"Oh, shhhit... I am late! How long has this meeting lasted for?! Jahmal, take over, extend the meeting. I will be right back!" Ezra demanded as he stood up quickly and ran out with me in his arms.
"He is going to kill me… why was I so careless about time?! Y… your Majesty...What brings you here?"Ezra questioned as he faced the trash man.
What on earth? What are you doing here? This man is only but a couple of minutes late.
The trashman looked around with his hands in his pant pockets.
"You had a meeting today, am I right? Hansol told me not too long ago. It was careless of me to put this pressure on you. That being said, I saved you the trouble of walking to my office." The trashman said with confidence.
Ezra blinked a few times and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"...Well...then, here is the princess. I have to get back to the meeting." Ezra said as he handed me over to the trashman.
The bastard just stared at me with his hands in his pockets.
Oh, hello no. For the love of what's holy... please do not touch me. Please stay away from me. Please. Gosh, I hope he does not try what I think he is going to do.