"Second, keep those seven noble houses under quiet observation. No public censure yet—I don't want to make martyrs out of idiots. No approval of any divorces without my direct signature and personal review. I want full, detailed reports on this 'certain man' they've all fallen for—where he came from, what he looks like, what he wears, who he talks to, where he goes, how he breathes, what he eats for breakfast."
She smiled thinly, the expression not reaching her eyes at all.
"And if any of those descriptions happen to include silver hair, fox-like features, and a smile that could melt ice, you will send me that report first. Before anyone else sees it. Directly to my hands. Understood?"
The ministers bowed so low their foreheads nearly touched their knees. "As you command, Your Majesty. It will be done exactly as you say."
"Good. Dismissed. All of you. Go."
They scattered like startled birds, relief and fear mingling on their faces as they hurried away.
