Meanwhile, in a secret meeting place sat people around an oval table. A crystal ball was placed in the middle, watching everything unfold in the royal palace from there. Their faces were shaded by their hoods, but the stifling atmosphere said it all.
They weren't pleased.
"Unbelievable!" a voice of a man shook in anger, raising his head enough to show one of his eyes that was glinting menacingly. "How come this had happened, Giselle?"
"Not only they successfully claimed the throne, but the Grimsbanne also snuck into the high society legally." Another one spelled out what everyone knew and also the root of their dismay. "Didn't you say everything was going just as planned, Giselle? From my perspective, things are going exactly the opposite."
"The Grimsbanne… we might've gotten a hold of Marsella Grimsbanne. But even that isn't enough to reassure this council that she will cooperate."
