"Natasha, Make sure you put it at the bottom of the pile." Silver ordered before handing out the white envelope made of fragrant expensive parchment to Natasha.
One time when she was visiting the Emperor she discovered one thing-the Emperor would often read a few letters from the top of the file before switching at the bottom.
She specifically ruled out putting any crest to earn more time. But also forcing an encounter between the three of them.
Silver winced as the doors of her chamber slammed open, the sound echoing through the marble halls like a cannon blast.
Servants trailed after her father like startled birds, necks bent at sharp angles, trembling as though even breathing too loudly might offend him. Natasha and Mila were already standing in front of her, arms spread protectively, as if they could actually do something against the Emperor.
