The secretary fixed his glasses and looked at her with the expression of a man who had seen too much and slept too little.
"Your Majesty," he said carefully. "I just heard a rumor. That you are planning to marry… another person."
Heena's pen stopped.
'Which bastard told him?' she thought viciously. 'I'm going to find whoever leaked that and feed them to Estov's dragon.'
Outwardly, she just smiled. "What are you talking about? Who told you such nonsense?"
The secretary adjusted his glasses again. "Your Majesty. I want to know the truth. You know I always find out eventually."
Heena studied him for a moment, then shrugged. "Well. Yes. I was… considering it."
The secretary turned around and started walking toward the door.
"Fine," he said. "I resign."
Heena moved so fast she blurred.
She caught him around the waist—literally grabbed him with her good arm—and yanked him back. "Wait! Where are you going?"
