After escorting Vius into the bathing room in Solna’s personal quarters, he called for his personal servant Cia, a sturdy, mousy girl that he had found near dead on Helano’s streets one day. He tried to use her service as little as possible, but he had a feeling that today would be an exception.
Cia blew through the doors to his rooms like a tornado, a peevish glare aimed at him. If Solna had been a lesser man, she’d have flayed him alive with that look alone. “You’ve been running yourself ragged, I see.”
Solna laughed. He loved her blunt nature. “There was a battle down past the walls, in case you didn’t notice.”
“A ridiculous pissing contest you mean.” She planted her hands on her hips and stared him down. “Good lives lost over something most can’t even remember.”
“Well,” Solna drawl
