Despite lunch being eaten clean, Elias made no effort to leave Sienna's office. She sat at the head of a long table opposite her regular desk, discussing the proposed upgrades to farmland controlled by the fox tribe in the empire after winter. Her voice was steady, detailing irrigation channels, solar plows, and nutrient recycling towers. All technology that promised to triple yields if properly funded.
Elias. lingered beside her chair, massaging her feet with quiet devotion as she work. The gesture was intimate, startlingly domestic in the midst of official discourse.
Lord Laney, the head of the Fox Agricultural Bureau, a stern fox beast man, cleared his throat loudly, scandalized. "My lady, My lord, such....displays are unbecoming during budget presentations."
