With haste, Afina hurried to the stool, filled the cup the wine, and rushed to place it on Prince Cargan's extended hand.
He took it without pressure and then sipped it slowly. "How was the meeting with Anya?" He suddenly asked.
If it wasn't forbidden to wish against Heaven's descendants, Afina would have wished for the cup to break its glass into his mouth. Look at him asking her about the meeting like he'd planned it with her beforehand.
It was bullying of the highest sort. Came to get her and then off to the High Priestess who did nothing but question her background and scare the fuck out of her.
"It— she erm — I think she wasn't satisfied." She answered, stuttering.
She was exceptionally glad that his back was turned to her. She had no idea what she'd do had he seen her shake with confusion right now.
Well, with him, it wasn't a new thing. He had seen her frightened and trembling before.
"Why do you think that?"
