An interesting predicament

The flickering gleam in Delphi’s eyes was one Rhazien knew well; the intensity of someone driven by ambition, chasing the thrill of pursuit and the anticipation of conquest. It was palpable, demanded attention and respect, and could be unnerving depending on the recipient. But Rhazien was the type to revel in such things. His smirk grew wider, head titling subtly, as he wanted to see if she would reveal the details of her coming to power. But alas, she’d leave it up to the imagination. Did it truly matter how she obtained her crown? No, not particularly. But did Rhazien love a good story? Absolutely.

But perhaps she would provide him with a different story; the information she withheld, was certainly something Rhazien wanted to know. She knew it too, based on the smirk curling her lips, revealing those needle-sharp fangs in her small maw. She chose her words carefully, wanting to keep him engaged, needing to spark his interest. Because she wanted something in return.

And engaged he was. He subtly leans forward in his seat, a slight lift of a single brow raising over a bi-colored eye. He’s eager to delve deeper, to ask questions, to uncover the information she is withholding. But he’s not desperate for it. “I see.” He says, holding her gaze. “May I know who was in attendance?” He wanted to know if it was just the Ashen empire, or if there were more wolves involved. Which could be a problem. He was leaning toward the latter, given Delphi knew about it. Hell, maybe she attended the meeting.

If she chose to give that information, he’d consider striking a bargain with her, so he could find out the content of the gathering.


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