Councilman Aldren scoffed loudly, the sound sharp and full of contempt as he looked at the Dark Lord coldly," "Since when did we need qualifications to deal with riffraff? You stand here acting as if you belong, when your very presence stains this land. But since you are here, already, it is okay. I will let your blood cleanse this place."
Even as Aldren vowed these words, the man in black did not react the way many expected.
Instead, Aron smiled. And as expected, it was as captivating as anything.
Then he shrugged lightly, as if the words meant very little to him. "You are my bride's biological father," he said calmly. "So I won't argue with you. If you need my blood, you can try to take it."
The word seemed to strike harder than any insult.
