Damien
“Your majesty,” Marcus said, his wavy locks bouncing as he peeked into my office.
“Hmm?” I grunted in response as I shuffled through more paperwork, a bunch of stuff my father had delegated me to be involved with. AKA things my father didn’t want to bother with.
“Dinner is almost ready,” Marcus replied, and I felt my lip curl in disgust.
“Just have Freya bring it here,” I said as I signed a document for the Dark Stars, approving some sort of building project in their territory. “I’m quite busy with this load of approvals father dropped into my lap.”
“That’s the thing,” Marcus replied, nervously scratching the back of his head. “Your father wants you to be present, as does—“
“—Ugh,” I protested, throwing my pen down on the desk.
“Why can’t he see that harpy for what she i
