It's a regular day when I receive an unexpected visit.
The Empress Grandmother's butler walks into the waiting room and waits for me to recover from the shock before talking.
«Please, sit,» I invite him. «I guess it's not going to be a short chat.»
«Thank you, your highness. I do not dare to sit in front of your highness...» the butler starts.
«I offered you, so you can dare,» I point out.
He sighs and complies.
«What has her majesty, the late Empress Grandmother, left for me?» I ask him. We both are busy and have much to worry about; we don't have time to beat around the bush.
«More than your highness can imagine.»
«You knew about my daughter's title, didn't you?» I inquire, remembering his misspell. Soon after the Empress's death, he used the word Princess to refer to Lavinia.
