Talia had been pacing for thirty minutes.
Back and forth and back and forth across Aegis's study, her heels clicking against hardwood, her hands cutting through the air like she was trying to physically fight the concept of planning a wedding.
"—and then she has the audacity to suggest ivory silk. Ivory!" Talia spun on her heel. "As if I'm some blushing virgin bride who's never had her face buried between another woman's thighs—"
Aegis leaned back in her chair, head moving up and down in an endless nodding motion to make it abundantly clear she was listening intently... and not just staring at her tits.
"—the seating charts alone are a nightmare. She wants House Goldspire's delegation in the front row, obviously, but that means moving House Redbrook to the second tier, and Lord Redbrook has been feuding with Lady Pemberton for three years now over some land for a long, long time and—"
Her hair whipped around as she pivoted. Her yellow eyes were practically glowing with rage.
