"Hey, Alph," a soft voice whispered against the Prince's ear. Jasmine leaned in, her hand shielding her mouth as she watched the spectacle of Jarza and Asag nearly climbing over the table to throttle one another. "You know... shouldn't you do something? This is the military, your own 'stick,' as you call it. It feels like something that warrants a bit of royal attention.You know before your officers goes from two to one."
Alpheo considered her words for a moment, suppressing a smile. He realized she had never actually witnessed a high-level military council among his inner circle. To her, they usually looked like a solid, disciplined bundle of hay; she hadn't yet learned that the hay was often on fire.
