Natasha—The King's Personal Secretary
A pause. Then a voice from within—deep, heavy, and unmistakably disinterested—answered, "Send him in after ten minutes. I'm doing something important."
Haran hesitated for a fraction of a second, lips parting as if to speak—but he said nothing. As a subject, he couldn't question his king aloud.
He swung back to Leon, with a diplomat's smile. "Ah. Lord Duke, sorry. His Majesty is busy with state affairs. He asks you to wait here for ten minutes."
Leon had already listened to the words of the king. His smile was still calm and tranquil. "It's alright, Sir Haran. I know. His Majesty has important affairs to take care of—after all, he is the king."
Haran appreciated this and nodded. "Thank you for your understanding, Duke.
