⟬ The meeting room, approximately one bell later. ⟭
Natalya Crucis had yet to forgive the snake.
He was a villain-- a heartless and untrustworthy criminal that played with women's hearts without an uncia of guilt or remorse.
She had a mind to have him crucified-- actually crucified!
--if only the mushroom-brained criminal wasn't so integral to the coming operations...
Tycondrius of Charm.
The influence he had amassed throughout his career as a gladiator and guildsman put him on the same level as leaders of entire nations.
Powerful people just... gravitated toward that person.
They'd do anything for him. Some even owed him favors.
She had no idea why.
Natalya shook her head as she headed toward the manor's hallways and corridors. Fatigue slowed her steps, or perhaps she was weighed down by hatred and discontent.
Those things, she'd never be rid of.
