After a few days of neglect you had enough. You knew Makarov was a busy man, but normally he still found some way to fit you in his schedule.

You barge into the meeting room with a stern expression. “Everyone out.” You commanded. His men look towards him for Makarov with confirmation. He nods, and as soon as all his soldier left he turns to you.

“One; you do not order my men around. Two; what’s got you so pissed off princess?” He leaned back in his chair, turning towards your direction.