Ivana Bennett smiled in response, "Yes, Your Majesty. Do you have any other orders?"
"What kind of feathers do you need?" On the other end of the phone, Lucas Walker's tone shifted, returning to the initial question.
"Just pure white and pure black feathers, all soft and lightweight ones."
"What size?"
"Around ten centimeters is fine."
"How many do you need?"
"Not too many, ten to twenty at most should be enough."
When it came to her own man, Ivana Bennett wasn't shy about her requests.
"Alright, I got it. I'm heading to the banquet now, so I'll hang up first and call you later."
Ivana bluntly added one last demand, "Don't dance with any other women, and be careful of the next crazy hen."
Just thinking about that hen made her furious. The gall to dare drug her man—what nerve!
On the other end, Lucas Walker chuckled lightly.
"Alright."
"Okay, I won't take up any more of your time. Be careful."
