Chapter 145: Terms and Agreement (P3)

She stood there with little to no shame, hand out and expecting. I let out a tired sigh, quite honestly the woman can have whatever shit she wants if she just leaves me with my head.

But I know that's behaviour worth admonishment from someone who's about to take the reigns of the entire March. I need to negotiate, to show at the very least that I don't intend to be a push over leader.

It's as much for her as it is for me.

"Why do you even need any of that? Gold I mean, you and the elves under your care can just come back topside, stop living in that suffocating place. I'm in charge now."

I utter the last part with a bit of hesitation and shy away from her gaze.

"Relax, Asher, you are in charge. I will not usurp your…fleetingly earned fief." She says soothingly, bringing back the lax young voice that holds an odd tinge of depthless wisdom as usual. Yes, this is what Maylin sounds like.

Not the terrifying, commanding warlord she barged in as.