Orpheus knew his knights and generals weren't reckless enough to challenge him, and never in his life did he ever feel the need to explain himself.
Yet, it had to be done now.
While his men would not act on the same opinions as Hendrix, they certainly shared it.
And Orpheus Van Merikh would not have his men deeming his lady a disease that weakened him.
"Let me be plain and frank so that there will be no further doubts or questions," Orpheus said, reaching for his own cup of wine.
"The lady of Moonveil serves her purpose in administering the wealth of this castle's riches since she is well-versed in it."
Orpheus downed the wine in one gulp and set the mug down, the thud making the table rattle.
"As we speak, she arranges for a harvest that will warrant a great deal of wealth into Moonveil's coffers. And as for the presence of other women, the male servants were either slain or have run off; thus, Moonveil cannot function without them," he added.
