“Brother, aren’t you rushing things?” August said worriedly, staring at his brother who was busy checking the necessary documents.
“What do you mean?” Alastair asked, without looking at his brother, acting oblivious.
“Don’t act like you don’t know!” August slammed both of his hands on the table, visibly annoyed by his brother’s tactics.
Alastair stopped before looking at his brother with a pair of cold eyes. Putting the pen on the pen stand, he intertwined his fingers.
“What is it?” The emperor asked, his voice laced with calmness.
“What the heck?!” August cursed, glaring at his brother. “I’m talking about Queen Alexina Clarke.”
“It's Alexina Clarke.” Alastair corrected his brother. “She has been stripped off her royal title.”
“Whatever it is!” August let out a deep breath out
