Engrossed in writing a letter, Charlaine didn’t bother to look up when someone entered her office. “Just set it down over there,” she said.
“Would that be my arse you’re referring to?”
“Danica? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”
“Can’t I just come to visit my friend?”
“Of course, but then Marlena would have announced you. That you entered straight away indicates something important has happened.”
“It just so happens that it has.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Charlaine asked.
“I’m coming with you. I meant what I said earlier—you are not alone.”
“I hardly consider this the time for solidarity.”
“I respectfully disagree, and, as you’re so fond of reminding me, I command the fleet and, thus, do not fall under your command.”
“Very well,” said Charlaine. “We shall go together, though a change of attire is in order. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been sweating up a storm.”
“That’s only because you gave a speech. It’s surprising when you think of it.”
“That you get so nervous addressing others. You’ve led Temple Knights into battle numerous times and shown no fear, yet you're so anxious here, addressing your own command.”
“I can’t help it. I suppose, deep down, I’m worried about saying something wrong.”
“All the more reason for me to accompany you to court. Now, let’s get going, shall we? We don’t want to keep the king waiting.”