Honoria sat in her personal quarters, gazing at the scene before her. There were a total of three eagle eggs lying in a nest that Heraclius and his mate had formed. The Byzantine Princess gazed at her pet with the fury of a woman scorned as she pouted in silence.
Since when did this feathery bastard get a mate of his own?
Noticing that his master was not happy with him, Heraclius flapped his wings and squawked. If Honoria could understand what he was saying, she definitely would have been offended. While she did not know exactly Heraclius meant by his actions, she could understand the general gist of it.
Just before Honoria could scold the bird for his remarks, the door to her room flew open, revealing a deeply intoxicated Linde. Judging from her appearance, she had one too many bottles of wine with her lunch, and was now in the mood to have some fun with her plaything.
