Rufus Redmane - Ruthless

"She's good." I couldn't help but admit taking in the slaughter from within my office. It wasn't every day one could see two people commit a slaughter to this degree. She's ruthless. And her skill with the blade was exquisite. She is still using the basics, yet it's, without a doubt, remarkable. 

"Marquess!" Sorian spat. " How can you be so calm? We are being attacked on all fronts! We could be kicked out of Blackpool! Causing the Kingdom to lose a delegate. Izalith needs to —" 

"It was that very ignorant idea that caused us to suffer!" I snapped, raising my tone. "What are we, commoners? Where is your class? Where is the nobility that allowed us to stand by our King's side? Do not disappoint me, Sorian."

"Brother…" 

"Marquess." I coldly corrected, allowing a layer of frost to cover the office with my intent alone. "We might be family, but don't mistake our roles. Now, my bastard. What is wrong with him?"