Tipping

Hendrickson paused, his words shutting on his tongue before he let them out. He looked around the table, his hand clenching into a fist below the table. "I.. I have your highness, but not as much as she has," he replied, lowering his gaze to the table.

Dominic chuckled, his head tilting sideways as his eyes squinted in his smile. "Right," he nodded, straightening his head, "shall I continue then?"

Hendrickson leaned back into his chair, nodding his head silently. 'You'd do that even if I didn't reply,' he thought to himself, 'this is why little kids don't deserve to be in power, if only he was here to put you in your place I bet you wouldn't be speaking like this.' He glanced over at the empty chair beside Charles Morel, the second finance advisor. 'Come back soon, Grayson.'

"Are you sure about that, your highness?" Kalmin inquired, understanding the look in Dominic's eyes.

"Of course," Dominic nodded.