The carriage comes to a halt at the steps of the palace of Sloria and Dmitri gets off. He has been traveling for three days but he is not tired. Rather, he is distirbed.
Timur and Aryan are waiting for him but he storms right through the doors of the palace, in a hurry. He marches straight for the study with his men in tow.
Aryan clears his throat before addressing the Duke.
“The Council sent us a message,” he states but Dmitri is in no mood to listen. He grabs a large bottle of whiskey and downs it in one go.
“I know!” Dmitri growls. “How dare they…”
He cannot control his anger anymore. The Council has asked for something which is unacceptable for him. He knows very well that the Council members are made of Eduard’s sto
