Chapter 227: Chapter 208: Handshakes

The Marquess has little choice but to reveal herself as I wear my smirk. Once again she's wearing beautiful clothing but it may as well be worthless compared to the stiff, itchy fabric I have on my back now.

And why would such wonderful silks be worthless compared to the starch brown I wear? Because war that's why.

"Please...have a seat." She says, still trying to preserve her dignity rather than get down on her knees and beg me for my forgiveness.

Audwin looks confused but I tell him to let me do the talking, he'll catch on to what I see eventually.

I proudly step forward and take the seat in front of her, "No tea?"

Her lips tug slightly and she claps her hands. As I'd seen before, the servants appear out of thin air, kettle and cups ready with teabags already soaking.

As they pour into my cup and straighten to leave, I raise a finger, stopping them in their tracks all while locked in a staring match with the Marquess herself.