Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20191221164519/@comment-5999656-20191227072019

Zan was quiet for a long, long moment as Diaboli's venomous words hung wickedly in the air between them. When he had come to her in person like this, alone, she had imagined that he wanted answers of some sort - to understand, to make things clear on both ends... to seek an apology, even. He trusted her enough to follow her all the way up here, a dozen stories up, with so much Syndicate property and agents between him from the ground.

But of course, Decadere Diaboli was an angry, vengeful man. And that last sentence, about marrying off - that hurt. Her pride and loyalty to her family would never allow such a thing. As though she, the Ninth Dragon of Vale and CEO of the Daybreak Syndicate, were some hapless trophy princess to be wed off by her parents to the richest suitor.... disgusting. The claim was utterly revolting.

"This is what you came all this way to tell me?" she said softly.

Zan smiled wanly, but it was a mirthless expression.

"What do you want, Decade? Are you telling me not to trust the Bluthardts?"

She cocked her head to the side.

"Or are you saying that you want war?"