Serafin anticipated a specific answer, and he was waiting for Vivia to fail in giving it. She wet her lips, puffing out her chest as she carefully offered, “We are still in discussions with the Marstoki Sultanate, Your Majesty, but I will inform you the instant an agreement is made—” “Oh?” With a creaking lurch, he snatched a paper off his bed that had, thus far, been hidden in shadows. “Then why did I learn this morning that you canceled negotiations with them?”
OH SHIT VIVIA!!! YOU CANCELLED NEGOTIATIONS YOU BITCH
