Count Kolkos knelt at Julia's feet while she drank her tea.
It was a posture of abject submission, hard to believe coming from the father of a future princess consort, but he was far too terrified to spare a single thought for his own dignity.
Count Kolkos had made an irreversible, catastrophic mistake. He had nothing to say for himself even if Julia strangled him on the spot.
If this ever came to light, could his future even be salvaged?
Count Kolkos doubted it. Which was exactly why he had no choice but to cling to Julia.
"Your Majesty, whatever you have to say, just one word..."
"Sir Kolkos."
Julia finally spoke. A long while had passed since the feeling had drained entirely from Count Kolkos's legs.
"Yes, yes! Your Majesty, say whatever you wish. I'll accept any command without complaint."
"Hah?"
Julia let out a short laugh and looked…
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