The generals didn't care about court etiquette. They looked at her with eyes full of absolute, unrestrained glee.
"Gods above, Marquis!" one of the generals barked with a massive, toothy grin. "What a granddaughter you have! I have lived fifty years and I have never seen that arrogant Prime Minister on his knees like a weeping dog!"
Heena smiled faintly, perfectly maintaining her polite junior facade. "It is all thanks to the prestige of you elders supporting me."
"Oh, come on!" another general laughed loudly, waving his heavily calloused hand dismissively. "We aren't a bunch of foolish, poetry-reciting scholars! You don't need to flatter us with that nonsense!"
The general leaned in, looking Heena up and down like he had just discovered a literal gold mine. "Tell me, lass. You've heard of godmothers and godfathers... but how would you feel about having a god-grandfather?"
Heena blinked, momentarily thrown off. "A... god-grandfather?"
