"High Lord Benjamin has grown soft," the dark Fae continued, oblivious to the storm brewing in Azula's mind. "He's completely consumed by his mate, forgetting our true purpose."
Taking advantage of Azula's momentary silence, he ran his hand down her arm, tracing suggestive patterns across her skin in an attempt to regain her attention. Despite her cold stare, he persisted, undeterred by her obvious disdain.
"His mate is nothing but a distraction, and we have decided that Benjamin is no longer fit to rule us," the dark Fae continued, his voice a low murmur as he attempted to coerce Azula. "I know what Benjamin did to you was wrong, and I'm sure you hunger for revenge."
