"How DARE you!?" Val-Oth demanded, walking to the group with purpose.
"I was within my jurisdiction as General, Highness," she explained. "You have my respect, sir, but the Bastion is not a monarchy, it is one of militant meritocracy. You may be the Highlord's heir, but I outrank you in the field."
Val-Oth breathed heavily, eyes narrowed dangerously at the Deviant woman.
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