As the rumors outside grew increasingly intense, and the previously mysterious Imperial Guards began deploying in batches throughout the city, strictly controlling all entrances and exits of the capital and scrutinizing and registering every person coming and going, the news of Emperor Hibbort's severe illness had practically become an undeniable fact.
Setting down her porcelain cup, Astrid leaned partially against the desk, her two delicate, slender ankles elegantly crossed, allowing the edge of the desk to press gently against her thighs, leaving faint imprints on the pale skin covered by sheer black stockings.
"The imperial capital's landscaping has always been excellent. There's no need to go all the way outside just to enjoy it..."
"If they encounter assassins out there, at such a distant location, even the Imperial Guards won't be able to help in time."
