This was only step one

Imperia took her time to arrive to the meeting, doing so as she was always doing something she felt was more important. Like training and torturing animals she found on her path. She hated life, a life that for her wasn't worth giving love when she was never given that. And even if she did just now it wouldn't change her mind. There were no second chances for her. She walked in with her cold, hateful expression, eyeing the rest who weren't part of the blood relatives like pests, like they didn't matter to her, even more than her family who always gave her hate and cruelty for her lack of attributes.

She planted her butt in there, away from others and simply looking at Manea. Ignoring everyone's else's existence.

"The talking"