Politics were not one of Roman’s strong suits. He didn’t particularly care about the reasons behind a war. All he knew was that he liked the battle itself. If his King and Queen commanded there be bloodshed, he happily rode into battle and did the dirty work. For the time being, however, brute force was not an option. He had to play a game that he had never willingly played before in order to get what he wanted most. The first place to start, he foolishly thought, was with the ambassadors from his country. He needed to know if they all wished to sink the treaty, or if it was only the ambassador who approached him that had such a desire.
Though he had stood up to foreign foes and struck down enemies with his sword, standing at the entrance to Jia Fei’s arrangements made his skin tingle with nervous anticipation. “Lady Fei,” he greeted, more curtly than he meant to, “I was hoping to find you here.” // @noble-intenticns
