•Bottoms Up•Silent-on-the-hunt
Erwin released the proposal from the grasp of his fingers. Watching as it fluttered down onto his desk. He lean forward, palms heavily rest onto his desk with papers sprawled all over. Another demands that cannot be fulfill without the financial aid of the higher up. Another year without the money to provide efficient medical aid. What were the nobles thinking? Do they think that titans will spare them once they breach the walls? How do they expect to receive protection when they are not providing enough?
The blond commander staggered back, landing neatly onto his chair. He can feel a headache approaching and was glad that no one was here to see him in such an emotional state. How he would love to go up to the nobles and give them a piece of his mind. Hell to patience, they don’t know what they are risking, and they won’t until someone smack it in their face.
“How would father would have handle this..?” He thought to himself, but abandon the thought when he heard a knock.
“Come in.” He called out after regaining his composure.
