I straighten my shoulders and widen my eyes, but I do not dare to talk until asked.
I'm standing in front of the Emperor, just accused of something I actually did do. And there's nothing illegal in that. I have written to Asteria's Prime Minister. Not only to him, by the way.
I wrote to so many people there... Most were just ladies that liked writing to me. And their gossip is always fun to read.
I have no clue about who they're talking about, most of the time, but I can imagine all those interesting figures making trouble in Asteria's strict court.
«How do you explain it?» his majesty asks. Oh, right. I'm under accusation. Should I drag it longer to make those harpies behind me rejoice for a few minutes?
By the way, what kind of question is that? Are all of these people really this much uninformed?
