"You are dismissed! I will handle it you arrogant peasant!" Taya rose from her seat, now furious herself. "Now go before I have you clapped in irons and leave you to rot in the dungeons!" The guards are right outside the doors. It wouldn't take much to have him hauled away. "Come in," she almost shouts when she hears Allen knock on the door. Through the years she had gained the ability to tell about Allen's knock from every other servant's. Her knuckles are turning red because of her tight grip on the desk. On second thought perhaps something chilled would be better to settle her boiling over temper.