[Damien's POV]
I placed down the mug, wearing a serious mask now, except for the fact that my fingers were now drumming on the desk and I was whistling.
"Then they should resign" I muttered furrowing my gaze at him as he crossed his legs and then smirked at me.
"They've been there since your father's reign and the very reason why you're on that throne" he reminded me just so I don't make any rash decisions.
"How about I chop off all their heads? One by one?" I asked sternly and almost immediately, he poured his coffee back and widened his eyes at me.
"Just joking," I said and grinned at him. He takes me seriously, I can see that.
He wiped his mouth and kept the phone beside him on the sofa while coughing.
"What about the rebels, any news about the perperator?" I asked shifting my gaze back to the mug of cup which I pushed to and fro between my palms which stands side by side the mug on the desk.
He heaves before replying to me.
