Conflict of Interest

As Euandros spent his morning alone, he could not help but wonder about his remaining comrades from the war. 

Perhaps there was a benefit to learning to write after all, since that way it would be easier to send out messages to them without worrying about the envoy getting things wrong. You could only do so much with a human's limited memory. 

Thinking about formally writing letters somehow excited the general. And also the idea of being tutored by that interesting scholar—

Knock! Knock!

Oh, there he is. Right on time.

He rushed to the door, already trying to come up with ways to get on his nerves again—

When he saw the pretty little thing right beside him. An Omega even smaller and daintier than him, with luscious white locks, lips shaped like Eros' bow, skin smooth as silk and purple eyes that shine brighter than an amethyst. 

Immediately, the general felt a sour taste on his mouth.