"Now that my father was also in bed with House D'Aramitz, you people could finally get what you always wanted."
Cassius shifted uncomfortably, his nervousness palpable, while Lord Vaire flashed Lugh a chilling smile.
"Hold on, hold on..."
Someone finally broke the silence.
"I need more context here,"
A voice said. It was Sela.
"What did they want?"
She asked, her curiosity cutting through the tension.
Lugh's gray eyes turned toward her, unfazed.
"Support."
"Support?"
She repeated, clearly confused.
"Yes,"
Lugh confirmed, his tone flat.
"How? Wasn't he already a general?"
Another voice interjected.
Lugh gave a small nod.
"Yes, he was a general. But have you forgotten his other position?"
"Err... a weak magician?"
The words came from one of the nobles who hadn't been paying full attention. The rest of the room shot them a flat look.
"Sorry,"
The person mumbled.
Lugh, undeterred, continued, now addressing the larger group.
