In a secluded chamber deep within the heart of the city, Aurora awaited the arrival of Marcus, the right hand of Count Clarkson. The dimly lit room was adorned with heavy curtains, its decor simple yet elegant. Aurora frowned as the man was late, her heart fluttering at the thought of her plan.
After the recent revelations concerning the Dark Eagles spread throughout the kingdom, she aimed to seize this opportunity to gain powerful allies. She had to prepare herself well in case the Marquis fell further from grace.
The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, his expression a blend of coldness and wariness. "Lady Aurora," he greeted, his voice smooth but edged with caution. "You requested this meeting?"
"Yes, Marcus," she replied, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for coming. I have some… exciting ideas I wish to discuss."
