"Of course you are qualified, you are my favorite courtier." Her plain voice took on a tone, as sweet and cloying in his ears as if it had been smeared with honey. Volan couldn't help but raise his head to look at the queen and saw Faelga's enchanting smile. The queen's charm almost tore his heart to shreds. He gasped for breath and returned to his bowed stance.
"I am deeply grateful for your favor."
"Tell me, Volan, what do you think of Lord Charles's wish?"
Volan didn't hesitate, clearly having prepared his thoughts in advance.
"All things must not surpass the Royal Court, nor the royal family, nor the queen. The Elders' Council does not qualify to receive the same support for you as the Royal Court."
Faelga laughed at Volan's response, her clear laughter resonating with the flowers in the court. After a moment, she composed herself and replied.
