The study was as warm as early spring, with the fire in the fireplace blazing brightly, making the whole room comfortably warm.
Yet outside the window, rain poured down heavily, accompanied by incessant thunder, as if the entire Imperial Capital was submerged in darkness.
Fourth Prince Rhine sat by the window, holding a pot of delicate and exotic flowers in one hand, and a silver pair of scissors in the other.
The sound of raindrops hitting the window intermingled with the light snipping of the scissors, but none of it disturbed him in the slightest.
His movements as he trimmed the leaves were elegant and slow, each cut full of patience but also indifference.
Finance Minister Belial stood nearby, gripping a thick financial report which was slightly bent in his grasp.
