Sitting on his chair, Zayden stared at the reports his knights sent after investigating the omegas who requested a bond-breaking process.
"Why does the emperor want me to deal with these?" he groaned, flipping back and forth between pages.
His gaze fell on Ren's reflection against the window's pane. He stood a few steps away, like always. Just then, a thought crossed his mind.
"Attendant," he grinned, gesturing to Ren to come closer.
The servant obeyed mechanically without hesitation.
"Read these out loud," he picked up the stack of reports and extended them his way.
Ren took the weighty papers, looking at his master in disbelief.
"My Lord, how can I?—"
"Why can you not?" Zayden interrupted, arms folded.
"I am a servant. I should not read these. They are important."
Zayden didn't listen to his words, rising from his seat.
Then, he pushed Ren into his chair, Zayden's hands on the armrests. Their faces were close, their gazes locked into each other.
