**Redemption—Ghostwriter**
SERPENTINE'S POV
"What is your name?" She asked slowly, her voice the picture of a calm just before a brewing storm.
He hesitated for a moment, then he puffed out his chest to answer her.
"I am Chancellor Carlos Venn, bookkeeper of the War Council." He answered, voice dripping with gagging pride.
"So an even smaller level chancellor than I envisioned." She drawled, circling the man like a hawk, "And yet to think you somehow believe you're in any position to talk about my daughter, the Princess Royal, is a thing of wonder. Could it be the fact that the Duke of Belmore plucked you out of the streets that has made you so audacious? Or perhaps, your low born self was born with such audacity?"
