After the laughter finally died down, Heist dabbed the corner of his eyes with a pristine handkerchief, clearly savoring the moment.
"How priceless," he said, still chuckling. "Is this all you had planned today, Your Majesty?"
He spread his arms with casual showmanship, gesturing toward the entire table. "If so, that would be a fine end to this lighthearted meeting."
Heinrich, surprisingly, nodded along. Despite their frequent disagreements, even he couldn't help but be amused. The idea of a mere noble vampire claiming the title of Baron was absurd enough to ease the tension in the room—if only momentarily.
"I haven't heard that joke in centuries," Heinrich grinned, showing his sharp fangs. "Last time someone said it… died by my hands."
Corven found himself at an impasse. He had tried to assert power and presence, to sound dominant—but now, he looked like nothing more than the punchline of an old joke.
