Chapter 15 : Sparring with the Spare

Sebastian's POV "Narcissa, you cannot keep doing this!" Narcissa looked at her maids kneeling near her desk like a bunch of dogs. None looked at her, their heads cast down in obedience. How long had they been crouched like that? "Whatever do you mean, dearest?" She had her mask on, playing the part of the sweet princess from over the mountains. The Treasure of the Diamond Spring pack, Narcissa Onasis. She fluttered her lashes at me, stamping her seal over more official documents. "Did I do something wrong? And must you keep banging the doors open? You'll splinter the mahogany and are letting in a draft!" "You cannot veto a Writ of Hunting that's already in motion to pass." I waved the missive in her face, slamming it on the table. The Daffodil seal under my palm matched the others I saw on her desk. Proof of her ills. "There are proper ways to decline a law!" Narcissa glanced over the parchment, clicking her tongue in antipathy. Over my immature behavior