Dirty Confessions II

"Ahem." Francessa frantically cleared her throat behind her hand, her face flushed red with embarrassment. "Pardon me, Your Majesty, I don't know what it is that came over me―"

"Don't put too much thought into it, Lady Francessa," Atticus said, interrupting her. He leaned back, casually bringing his cup of black coffee to his lips, sipping on the bitter drink. 

Even though he despised this woman's guts, he still needed to give credit where it was due. She had managed to get her hands on some very wonderful coffee beans, most likely shipped from Raxuvia. These couldn't be found in Vramid despite the surge of popularity it had a few years ago when it was first introduced to the land.

"It is normal to crave power," Atticus said, sighing in delight at the delectable drink. "It is the reason why many different things can be accomplished. I am sure you have worked hard to become the woman you are today, and to have achieved all that you have now."