“Stamp this down and take it to the Department of Agriculture along with this,” the Emperor said, placing the piece of paper on top of the pile to his left. He looked around at the mess on his desk, frowning.
“Your Majesty, what are you looking for?” Elene asked, watching as he pushed aside discarded papers, empty ink bottles, broken quills, and even more unprocessed documents.
“I… I’m looking for my stamp,” he muttered distractedly, the crease on his forehead deepening. Elene shook her hand until he noticed the small metal object in it.
“You gave it to me two minutes ago so I could stamp the documents as you requested.” He stared at the stamp, then sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Take a break, please,” she said, getting up from her spot by his desk. It was her turn to run around the Pal
