"I won't call him anything in front of you if that makes you feel better," Kel offered, feeling the muscles cramping around her forcibly upturned lips.
It was getting more and more difficult to deal with the Dragon Emperor's puzzling personality. His temper flipped at the most random times, and Kel was just guessing how to appease him at this point.
Evidently still unsatisfied, the emperor glowered at the ground in front of him and let out a slow angry breath. "Don't talk about him. Ever."
Kel bit her lip to prevent herself from letting an exasperated sigh escape.
"Your Majesty," she continued with as much politeness as she could muster, "may I ask about what happened to Spencer Regan and the Pantheon Masquerades then?"
The emperor ignored her as he continued trudging.
"It's just that I was involved a little, so it's natural for me to be curious about the end result, right?" Kel babbled awkwardly.
