“Your Majesty,” Weiss began.
Damien interrupted as though he had read Weiss’s thoughts. “Insubordination could earn you a month in a solitary cell in the royal prison. Let us avoid such unnecessary complications.”
Weiss had more significant concerns than a month of solitary confinement. He furrowed his brow in contemplation and lowered his voice. “Should Carter catch wind of this, it could be dangerous.”
“Genevoire is a provincial backwater, a world away from the capital.”
“Even the provincial folk read newspapers. Have you forgotten how recently your face was splashed across the front pages?”
“I am far more handsome in person than in any picture or portrait, as you are well aware,” quipped Damien, rifling through a stack of documents.
Weiss did not laugh as he usually would have at the jest. “Do you really intend to go without any soldiers?”
