Yakov frowned as he sent a quick glance in the mirror that was sitting next to them on the wall, and did a double take before he rolled his eyes and spoke in a somewhat annoyed manner, " I do not pout, your majesty."
No one knew whether he was annoyed at being called out for pouting or was annoyed at himself for being flattered at being called cute by his mate.
But Bree was sure he did shoot her a pouty look sneakily.
Bree had to hide a smile as she placed her quill down on the table and looked at Yakov, now that she was talking with him, it would be pretty disrespectful of her if she didn't look him in the eye. " Okay, let's get down to serious business now, you came here because of what happened earlier this morning right? So, I hope that you have thought about an idea to tackle the situation."
