Akamir opened the door of the room as the sound boomed around.
He walked in as he saw a lady sitting on the chair on the other side of the chair.
Princess Sylari tilted her head, her hair falling on one side.
"Sir Akamir." She greeted him with a smile. "How have you been—."
"Cut the crap." Akamir cut her off as he sat down. "I will ask a few questions and you will answer them truthfully."
Sylari frowned as she didn't like the tone of his voice.
She looked at the door as Inara walked inside the room.
"What's the meaning of this?" She asked Inara. "Is this how you treat your guest?"
"He will be taking my place." Inara replied with a smile. "Better to answer what he is asking."
Sylari's smile thinned, a faint crack in her polished composure.
Her amber eyes flicked from Inara to Akamir, measuring the air between them.
"So," she said slowly, folding her hands in her lap, "the queen sends her fiancé to question me. Interesting choice."
