Standing over his desk, hands braced on it so that he could look down upon the maps easier he glanced up at the newcomers. Slate blue eyes narrowing. “Pray that you have something to report…” He growled out.
“A story? What story? A bedtime story? You’re too old for one,” he retorted, crossing his arms and leaning back on the...
“Then I suggest you start talking, messere. I am only so patient, but perhaps you would enjoy entertaining me with a...