"Enough." Heliam waved his hand dismissively. "If you wish to bring up that decree, then speak plainly."

His interest waned in an instant, eyes turning cold and distant.

Tanya dipped into a low bow, her lips curved with a barely noticeable mocking smile. A gentle breeze swept through, sending her dark hair fluttering, giving her the ethereal elegance of a painting.

"In the past few days, this humble concubine and Guard Alexander have been diligently ...