Commander of the Niflheim Army

“Oh, my darling little sabertusk, if you wanted to arouse me, you need only show your face. Such harsh talk from such refined lips, a man might get the wrong idea.”

“Well now, won’t the Chancellor be pleased his little brat wants to join the Imperial army.”

“And here is the princess with her usual spout of useless information. Apologies, your highness, but I just...I don’t care.”

“I would be lying if I said I was surprised, yet my bed isn’t open to Lucian dogs of war. You have permission to be aroused as I burn your home down, though. Oh, apologies. Someone beat me to it.”

A laugh, barely suppressed at the confession. “I see some things never change. Don’t worry, little sabertusk, your secret is safe with me. And the sheets, of course.”

“It’s only natural, of course.” Holds his tongue against telling him that he will be here soon enough. Once Vitus has been promoted, of course.