"YOUR MAJESTY!"
Along with a shout, the man we have been waiting for, barges into the workroom of the queen. The time is late to storm inside a lady's room, yet the marquess Espen appears. Over the scene of me sitting on the lounge with a tea cup, his steps cease. Hesitating to speak up.
"I am certain you have an understandable reason behind your careless actions, marquess" Verena's voice draws his attention in again. He gulps. "Your Majesty, it is urgent. May I have a talk in private?" Alone with her? How dare he demand for such a thing shamelessly?!
"Gavril is my henchman. You should speak with him included in the room" Now, that's the lady I like. "Well..." For a moment, the man considers whether he should or not. "Grand general Ken was under attack, Your Majesty. The supply was stolen too. I fear he has failed"
