“A word, Lord Dolthafaer.”
Dolthafaer turned from his post, raising an eyebrow at Parnard. The Ambassador looked annoyed. “Of course.”
“I regret to tell you that Luthelian threatened me and called me a liar, believing that I had a hand in her circumstances, and mocked my position like a most disrespectful hussy," he said, casting her a dark glance over his shoulder and nodding once.
Dolthafaer leaned in closer, furrowing his brow, trying to take it all in, questioning his hearing. He had seen Luthelian and Parnard leave the fire and return a short while ago. A disrespectful hussy? The news churned around in his mind. Parnard put his hands on his hips. He was evidently expecting an answer.
Finally he dragged his hand down over his face. “I will take care of this," he muttered.
“I would like to say it was the first time, but ever since I met that girl, she has given me grief. I do not like her. I have never liked her," whispered Parnard, giving her another dark look.
“She is young."
“I am mighty tired of that given as an excuse.”
“As I am,” he agreed. I warned her earlier, thought Dolthafaer. No more of this.
“Well I leave this in your good hands to manage.”
“Thank you. I apologize for this, Parnard.”
Parnard inclined his head and gave Dolthafaer a gracious smile. "It is unfortunate. Thank you, Lord Dolthafaer. I can trust you will do the right thing.” He strolled back to the fire, noting how sharply the Arrow Lord snapped for Luthelian. He will put an end to this childish play.
