"I heard a rumor that the princess is back. And that she was banished." Veyron began
"Wow! Who is your news carrier? I need to hire them."
There was a half-smirk on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. Behind the cool exterior was a tempest.
"Your Highness! I am not kidding," Veyron snapped. "Did you mark her?"
He hesitated, barely half a second, then lied. "No. But I did go to see Morvakar. He had some interesting things to say."
"Oh?" Veyron's eyes narrowed, suspicious. He didn't like the evasion. He knew Damien well enough to know when he was dodging.
"Come on, have a seat," Damien said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. "Do you think he should be arrested and tried for his crimes?"
Veyron sat down stiffly, back straight.
"He has already been," Veyron said quietly.
"But not for what he did to the werewolf princess."
