Henryk sat around a large table with tens of nobles. Greed, annoyance, hate. All wore their emotions on their sleeves, looking at him, happy that they finally had the chance to act against the crown.
They had been holding themselves back, afraid of Snowid, knowing they were powerless on their own, but seeing the old man at the end of the table, the one who had led and defended the Commonwealth for generations, they finally knew it was their chance. To take back what they wanted.
Henryk sat with cold eyes. Looking at the people before him, he couldn't help but feel ashamed that he had to work with them. By the end, they stood for nothing, only caring for themselves. The slights they believed they had suffered were insignificant. But he needed them; they were his only way forward for revenge.
