Alone with the king in the great hall, the Royal Blood found the time to try to talk to him.
-What do we do with the south?
He looked at her trying to measure her question. He did not want to talk to her yet needed to reinforce the last conversation they had in private. His face was cold and his right hand was holding his dagger as if he was thinking about he needed to defend against an attack from her. Maybe... he was thinking that she had anything to do with the war general's death? She did not have time to reach a clear conclusion as he answered her cold:
-WE do nothing with the south. You have another job to take care of now, the king answered her, turning half way to face her but he did not look into her eyes.
Iris closed her mouth and clenched her jaws, knowing very well what th
