The king took the letter and read it quickly. “Damn French,” he muttered. “Sorry, Amberly, it looks like I’ll be leaving within the hour.” “Another problem with the trade agreement?” she asked quietly. “Yes. I thought we’d settled all this months ago. We need to be firm on this one.” He stood, throwing his napkin on his plate, and made his way to the door.
the politics are so stilted it’s so funny . argh the damn french and this vague trade agreement that was supposedly settled months ago! guess we’ll have to be more firm! none of that means anything
