Charlotte was appalled with his words. As if on instinct, she took a step back, lowering her head to the floor, her face flushed in prominent embarrassment.
"Mind your language, Luther." She said tenderly, unable to look up
She could swore, even though she couldn't see it, that her ears were so obviously red.
How could he say such slang before her? It threw her off balance.
"I would have it you hadn't disrespected my stance, Charlotte." He returned to his throne and sat proudly, his eyes moving back to his scrolls. "It would be even more nice if you don't butt into my sexual affairs."
"I... I didn't mean to." She said in one breath, her ears going even redder. "I wouldn't have if it didn't involve that daughter of Rupert but it does. This whole thing is centered around her which shouldn't be so."
"Which shouldn't be so?" He furrowed his brows. "I don't remember giving anyone the order to choose my mistresses for me."
