"Wow, it seems like you finally got a hang of the problem." Bree rolled her eyes and turned to walk over to the small tea table where the maids had placed a jug of orange juice for her. She poured a glass of juice for herself and then went to take a sip when she heard Ahmar say behind her,
"Then it stands to reason that in order to keep her suppressed and fighting you, you need to get stronger. You need to be perfect when it comes to self-control. I don't doubt that it's great, given how your temper is quick to flare, but you can always get better, your majesty. And I can help you with that."
"How?" Bree paused in her actions, and her hand stopped mid-air as she turned to look at the man behind her. He was standing there, looking perfectly polite and calm with his hand resting on his lower abdomen, with his head lowered.
