Imperial Palace
Lucinova, Casteria
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"You've got to be shitting me," Durans murmured as he scanned the imperial letter. "Of all things at a time like this…"
He looked up at the emperor's man, waving the parchment.
"Is he serious?"
The only thing the servant could do in response was wring his hands and lower his gaze.
"The Holy Majesty has ordered me to inform the Secundus that the imperial clothier will be sent-"
"Yes, because if you dress a boar in finery, you'll trick everyone into believing it is a prince," Durans bit, his face scrunched in annoyed disbelief. "Get out of my sight before my vexation is wrongly taken out upon you."
He needed no further push before backing out of the Secundus Princeps chambers with haste. And not a second too soon – the moment the door was secured, Durans growled in frustration, sweeping his arm across his cluttered desk, and sending its contents clear across the room.
