"Your majesty, I truly respect you for doing something for the low-ranking beasts but don't you think that your orders are going to leave many of the nobles upset?"
An elderly man was standing in front of Bree and rubbing his hands together while speaking in a calm and collected voice. However, that was just on the surface. Inwardly, the man was on the verge of sweating buckets of ice-cold sweat.
As the aura that was filling the room within which he was standing was not something that could be easily ignored.
"Like you, Lord Huston?" Bree asked as she raised her head and smiled at the man with a hand resting under her chin. She was threateningly holding a quill in between her fingers and said to Lord Huston, "I have heard some rumours about the little banquet that you held six months ago."
"As well as the little illegitimate son of yours who suddenly went missing."