Call of Thunder Part LV
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When Mr Bo left, the first guard stepped forward:
“Sir, did you call me?”
Yor turned to him. For a second, he seemed like he didn’t know what the man was talking about, but then, his eyes lit up and he nodded. “Yes, please, I did. I need you to summon the Morgana Mathra here after she’s done feeding the child.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
He looked up. “Yes? Oh, it’s you, Aisha, what is it?”
Aisha entered the office and walked around the desk to whisper in his ear: “Er, her highness is… all over the place. She’s very, very upset. She’s demanding for your presence.”
Yor sighed. “Oh dear lord,” he wheezed. “What now?” Aloud: “Premier Rovan? Can you please come here?”
Rovan, the middle-aged man, walked around the desk towards him. “Yes, your majesty?”
In whispers: “Please start the meeting. I need to attend to Elmeida right now; I’ll try and bring her. I think she has a postpartum tantrum again.”
Roven nodded. “Not to worry. You can leave it all to me. Please take care of her.”
“Right.” And Yor left the office, thinking of ways and means to calm his wife down.