"How strange. As we already replied before, Del Delatia is staying in our Empire for medical treatment. We are not receiving any special divine blessing from him. What exactly are you planning to force upon that great being who is quietly recovering from his wounds, Lord Aleexev?"
"Force? Not at all. We only wish to offer him a simple greeting, Princess Senel. And yet, it has already been half a year since he began his treatment in the Empire, if he still has not recovered, perhaps he should receive treatment in another country?"
With a soft snap, the deep blue fan in her hand closed, "Is that meant to be an insult toward His Majesty? Are you saying that His Majesty and our Empire cannot provide proper care for Del Delatia?"
The peaceful and gentle voice of a friendly woman changed in an instant into a sharp tone that reminded everyone of a cold ruler.
The man's dog like ears twitched nervously at the sudden shift.
