Garius was so red, he looked like he was on the verge of exploding; among the news he had to receive this late at night, it had to be one informing him of Archduke Latham's unexpected arrival.
He placed a tired hand to his forehead; somehow, he felt that news of a war would have been much better.
The Emperor clenched his jaw and tightened his fist. What was that bastard doing here so early?!
He was certain that the celebration he had invited the Archduke for was a little more than four weeks away!
His brow furrowed; when did he arrive? It couldn't have been today… or yesterday, for that matter. Certainly, Duke Veldon had omitted that very important detail for a reason.
The thought made Garius even angrier. Was the Duke in cohorts with that bastard now? Surely he wouldn't try something so foolish…
He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize when he began to pace the length of the chamber.
