Seeing his opportunity, Ambassador Shayne bowed low as he addressed her directly, "What does the Lady Empress want? I will ensure she has her heart's desire."
Rowena once again placed her comforting hand firmly on Daimon's arm as she heard the scraping of velvet and wood start up once more. The ambassador did not seem to realize he was courting a painful death.
"I see my initial impression of the Ambassador's close relationship with the Crown Prince was indeed gravely mistaken as it appears as though the Ambassador from Cordesia is unaware of the etiquette and protocols of the Dragorian Empire or basic standards of decorum and propriety in general."
The Ambassador's face paled to a sickly hue. He really was messing everything up. He silently blamed the enchanting and evil Lady Empress for his missteps and refused to take any personal responsibility at all. She must have bewitched him into acting so rashly and foolishly.
