Ring. Ring. Ring.
While Anderewe was in the middle of asking Aramis' questions about the kidnappers, the telephone in their headquarters rang. The father and son exchanged glances before Anderewe went to his table and answered the call.
"Who's this?"
Aramis nervously unclenched his fists when his father answered the call. He couldn't hear the other line, so he just patiently waited for his father's response.
"What do you need? And where did you bring the princess?"
Aramis instantly bolted upright. His haunch was correct, the other line was one of Aurnia's kidnappers.
"What do you need from the King? Do you really think you can get away from this?"
Aramis impatiently tapped the table with his trembling fingers, feeling the urge to snatch the telephone from his father and answer her perpetrators himself.
"Tomorrow? Are you crazy? How can we collect that huge amount within one day?"
His brows furrowed when his father's began to raise, and his face contorted in frustration.
