Rosina sat on her office chair and gazed at the dried rose petals on the vase used as a room scent.
"Hmm, 3, 2, 1… 0," Rosina whispered, and immediately a knock on the door was heard. "Come in," she stated.
The door opened, and Vicenzo stared at Rosina's appearance. He closed the door softly and walked in front of her.
"I don't want to beat around the bush, Your Majesty," Vicenzo stated before taking a deep breath. What Rosina said in the dining room made him think that Rosina knew the truth, but he wasn't sure. He felt that it was a warning and a threat if he didn't comply with what she wanted.
And Vicenzo knew what Rosina desired in the first place.
"What is it, Sir Vicenzo?" Rosina asked with a smirk on her face. She leaned backwards on her chair and waited for Vicenzo to speak.
