Elara's room was quiet, save for the crackling of the fire. She leaned back into the chair, legs crossed, swirling the wine glass, eyes closed as she enjoyed the silence.
It was perfect. A smile made its way to her lips as she remembered all that happened during the day. The feeling was euphoric, the screams. The curses sent her way. Oh, how wonderful.
Suddenly the door burst open.
Lord Carter stormed in, his face hard, a handful of scrolls clutched in his fist. He didn't knock. He didn't bow.
"You've gone too far," he snapped.
Elara's eyes opened, she didn't flinch. She stared at him disinterestedly. She took another slow sip of wine, eyes lazy as they lifted to meet his.
"Good evening to you too, Lord Carter."
He slammed the scrolls on the table between them. "Five nobles imprisoned. Two more missing. A council member's wife claims her husband hasn't been seen in days."
