"Father," Jade bowed to him. "You called us?"
Viktor was sitting by his table, studying the tax documents that his minister had sent him. There was a thick pile of the documents. Most of it was in place, but there were some villages where the tax was not paid in time because they didn't have good crops. He scoffed. Wilyra barely had good crops because of the perpetual snow it was covered in year long. Still many grew yam, kale and carrots apart from spinach and potatoes and onions.
Viktor turned his head over his shoulder and saw both Jade and Jasper. They were dressed impeccably, something he always liked. Their dressing sense was very fashionable and it was mostly because they liked to be in the company of women.
