Sharou hummed a sigh after that bold front. He had his hand spread across the sides of his unshaven cheeks, his elbow on the armrest of his seat. Stephanie was unsure if looking at him was a good idea when he put on his thinking cap. She had little to no idea how this personality would take it and Parisa looked nervous.
"Parisa, take her to Haness. He will solve this little problem," Sharou declared. Stephanie let out a deep breath, already offering thanks.
But Parisa was not happy about this new directive. "M-my lord, can't you send a servant to get him? It's a long walk to his place," she said.
"All the more reason to get going," Sharou pinched her chin.
"Hmph!" Parisa frowned. At times she hated Sharou's jokes. When would he learn that his son was not trustworthy?
"Supreme Leade
