1765 Earning Confidence

In a dark chamber built deep underground sat seven figures around a large round table.

A foreboding silence rang in the air.

The air was perilous.

Electric.

"…Is this real?" One man narrowed his eyes, reading a report.

"It is, Don Jiteliana," Prince Rajak replied.

Don Jiteliana's expression grew ugly. "Prince Rui Quarrier Kandria, hm?"

A fierce, malevolent bloodlust lit up in the depths of his eyes.

"What a profoundly displeasing turn of events."

His dark robes fluttered as he shook with disgust at the report. 

"Relax, Jiteliana," A seductive voice chimed in.

"Do not command me, harlot," Don Jiteliana's eyes lit up with rage, glaring at her. "Get your legs off the table before I chop them off."

The threat in his eyes was palpable.