"Hey."
The air in the room grew tense. The council members all stared at Atticus with heavy eyes, yet he didn't seem to notice their attention.
He smiled at the Saint's response.
"How have you been?"
"Honestly? I've seen better days." The Saint sighed, then shot him a sharp glare. "Someone doesn't seem to be fulfilling their duties."
"…what duties?"
"The man is supposed to protect and lift the woman's burdens, yes?" She said with a flick of her silky hair. "There's a very heavy burden on me right now."
Atticus blinked. She wasn't joking. Anorah leaned back, staring at him with a look that basically screamed, well? Fix it.
"Ahem."
A cough echoed from one of the council members.
'Thank you…'
Atticus sighed inwardly. Heaven knew he had absolutely no idea what she wanted from him.
'Why does she do this in public…?'
Ignoring Anorah's frown, he glanced around the room.
'New faces.'
The council members were men and women whose sheer power made the air around them tremble.
