Ignis frowns while reading a paper filled with words. His eyebrows get closer to each other, making the wrinkle on his forehead deeper.
«What is that?» I ask, moving on the chair to feel closer to him. I turn my whole body to face Ignis, and I wait for the reply.
«A baronet is complaining about the local nobles about their... ehm... customs.»
«What kind of customs?»
«It's not relevant,» he sighs. «He just wants more power and uses me to get rid of those people. I have many more relevant things to do. I'll later write a reply...»
«Why? You're the King. You don't need to answer to anyone, Ignis.»
«Because I became King seven months ago. And this kind of letter is a political tool, not just a complaint.»
«All right...» I sigh. «Then let me write about it. You can sign and print your stamp. At least this I can do.»
«What can you do?»
