"Let's go." Frey sprang out of his settee and looked down at Mircea who was staring at him with her big blue eyes which contrasted her pale face and long pitch blank hair.
"But Este said she wanted to give me my gift, what if she comes to find me in my chambers?" She said with a worry in her tone.
"She won't. I told her we are going to discuss some politics tonight. As a gift for your birth-day I am going to tell you everything that is going on in the two kingdoms." Frey scanned the crowd for someone as he briefed her.
"You what?" She was lost for words, as she zeroed her eyes on him, "That is my right, not something you can gift me." She gritted out quite agitated with the situation he had created for them.
