"You old shit head, coming to my territory to cause trouble? Where's your face as a minister?"A man with brown hair and a tailored noble's suit strode down the hill's slope, his shoes crunching against stone as he stopped before the steel carriage.
His expression was sharp and irritated, yet the edge of mockery in his voice made it clear he was enjoying himself.Anger was there, but it was the kind worn lightly, like a familiar mask.
Clearly, he was just busting the minister's balls.
"Oh sure," the minister shot back from inside the carriage, voice dripping with disdain, "but then again, what kind of noble shoots at travelers? Is it safe here, or is Her Royal Highness training wild dogs again?"
The air between them tightened for a heartbeat.Then, almost in sync, both men broke into loud, unrestrained laughter.
