"It seems so." Mircea takes the letter from him cursing under her breath. Of course, the most important thing right now is that the King and his son gifted Urban to her.
"Bastard" Urban straighten ups shaking off invisible dust off his coat before taking long strides towards the stairs "Are we going or what?" He asks looking back at Mircea. It takes her a minute to understand what he is doing.
"You don't command me." Mircea snaps falling into step with him.
"Of course, I don't Your Majesty." Urban snorts
"Saints! Why are you being salty with me? It's not like you were sold or anything. And you can leave this kingdom any minute you want…after taking the secrecy oath." She retorts zestfully.
