"What is all of this?" Heena demanded, stepping over a heavy sack of grain.
Samuel turned to face her, and the moment he did, Heena noticed something completely different about him. There was no teasing smirk. There was no exaggerated, clingy affection, nor the foolish, lovesick expression he had been loudly parading around the capital for the past few days.
His face was completely serious, his eyes dark and intensely focused.
"These are the reserve goods from the Seventh Store," Samuel answered, his voice dropping into a quiet, strictly professional tone. "The southern city granary and medicinal warehouse."
Heena thought for a second, her brow furrowing. "You mean the one that belongs to Grandma's personal supply chain?"
"Yes. That one," Samuel nodded.
Heena crossed her arms, looking at the towering mountains of crates and sacks blocking her own courtyard. "So why are you emptying a perfectly good warehouse and dragging all of it directly into my personal mansion?"
