Claude had been waiting for Ezra's response for three days.
Not a single reply.
Not that he actually cared. The letter wasn't even his, to begin with—it had come from William. Claude himself couldn't give a damn about that old man.
'As expected, he backed down.' He tapped his fingers idly against the armrest.
'I have no use for a coward who only knows how to wallow in self-pity.'
If Ezra was too spineless to accept the position, then so be it. Claude was the King. He could appoint himself as Minister of Welfare if he wanted. No one could stop him.
However, that didn't mean problems wouldn't arise.
Today, he sat on his throne, enduring Eldrich's endless rambling about his family's issues.
"Your Majesty! You must act! It's been three days, and two heads of my Olvon branch family have been murdered in such a cruel way!"
"They have all lost their head!"
Claude sighed. 'Why the hell should I care about your damn house when you've opposed every single one of my policies?'
