A Pound of Flesh

Berengar had spent the night mingling with those men who would become major players in the newly formed Indian Empire's political system. In fact, he had stolen the spotlight from Dharya, something that the young emperor was actually quite thankful for, if he was even remotely capable of being honest with himself. 

Of course, Dharya watched silently from the side, while drinking whatever alcohol he could get his hands on. He continued to do this until the only remaining guests in his palace were his sister and Berengar himself. Once the trio were all alone, the Kaiser sighed and shook his head before addressing his Indian counterpart. 

"Truly, I can think of no worse way to spend an evening than socializing with these parasites. It's the same no matter where you go, opportunists looking to gain your favor. Don't you agree, Dharya?"