Loud boisterous laughter filled the dark room where the man sat holding the letter that one of his minions had brought him. He knew it, he had known from the beginning that things would go his way.
With his legs crossed high upon the table before him, Lyle tore at a piece of finely grilled meat, chewing and laughing all at once. "How can she be so predictable?" Lyle asked with a loud laugh. "How come she acts just as I was certain she would?" He laughed harder as he read the letter again and again.
"Thaddeus, did I not tell you? Did I not say she would turn to me in the end?" Lyle asked with a mouth shining and covered in grilled meat oil.
"Indeed," said the man named Thaddeus who had delivered the letter received from the butcher. "Your predictions are unbelievably accurate, Your highness."
