Anette entered the royal hall without announcing herself.
The door was thrown open with enough force to slam against the wall, and several servants nearby immediately stepped away.
Vlad sat on his throne, resting his face against one hand, apparently far more interested in the documents spread beside him than in the daughter who had just stormed into the room with an expression capable of killing someone.
"Why didn't you do anything?" Anette asked.
Vlad raised his eyes only enough to look at her.
"About?"
Anette remained completely still for several seconds, as though needing to confirm that he had actually asked that question.
"About the Palace exploding."
"Ah."
"Ah?" she repeated.
Vlad returned his attention to the documents.
"Yes. That."
Anette felt a vein pulse in her forehead.
"That?"
