Aldric fixed his gaze upon Kaiser's lips as they parted, the commanding air carrying the Archduke's words to his ears. "Descend immediately," the proud Kaiser de Lanark demanded, his tone devoid of the usual endearment he held for Aldric.
Fuc*.
Sporting a disingenuous arched smile, Aldric put on a small performance of ascending and descending through the air, his white cloak billowing behind him for a dramatic effect. However, all the grandeur was spoiled by the copious amount of gravy sauce splashed onto his formal white Varinthian attire. The thought brought a chuckle to his lips as he landed near the man and beast who had recently dismounted.
"Your Holiness," Kaiser uttered through clenched teeth, his displeasure evident. "Pray, enlighten me as to what you find so amusing at this late hour of the night."
Your daughter.
