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Detria wrapped her arm around Countess Donau's shoulder, her trading partner and acquaintance of fifteen years, then shot a glare at Haven.
"What kind of nonsense is this, Duke Dehart?" the Duchess demanded angrily.
"I just got this meeting ready a bit early," Haven confidently replied with a shrug, implying they were supposed to secretly bring them into Stendel anyway without the Gripton army noticing.
That was the plan, of course, but the problem was there had been no agreement on how exactly to set things up.
Detria asked incredulously, "So, you just drag people here like this?"
"I don't understand what you mean. Countess Donau, please speak up. Were you dragged here?"
His cold black gaze was directed at Countess Donau, along with every other black-eyed person in the banquet hall.
Under the dark pressure of the Deharts, Countess Donau shook her head vigorously in response.
"My people must have invited you all very politely. Isn't it?" Haven questioned.
