The room was filled with silence ,it was a common feeling when this three kindred met ,with each kindred striving to dominate the others , watching one's back has become normal.
Today the three kindred: the Moonborn, the Nightfed, and the willbenders, had a meeting, the meetings only happens only once a year ,it was a kind of peace treaty, it was the nightfed turn to host the meeting,it was an agreement between the kindred,when an all out war had threatened to wipe their existence.
Oliver Barn sat at the leaders table,lost in his own world, "why do I have to sit here and listen to this nonsense again,"he thought,he didn't like the politics but being the alpha's son and the heir to the throne, he had less say .
"That will be all for today," Isaac ,the leader of the nightfed said jolting Oliver back to reality. "Bring the drinks,"it was a custom to drink to this forged alliance, but everyone knew it was all for show since all at the table knew the depth of the situation.
"I bet everyone is thinking about who to assassinate next, "Oliver could tell what everyone was thinking. The doors swang open and nightfed servants walked in holding goblets filled with moonwine.A silver-hued drink made from rare moonblossom petals harvested under a full moon,it is said to bring clarity, truth, and temporary peace to those who share it.
Oliver who was checking the room ,noticed, a flail girl among the servants ,She wasn't doing anything unusual. Just carrying a tray of moonwine-filled goblets, the ceremonial drink offered under truce. Her steps were careful, but her hands… they trembled.
Oliver noticed.
He didn't know why. Maybe it was the tension in her shoulders. Or the way she looked down, not in submission, but in fear ,the kind of fear that comes when you realize you're standing at the edge of a blade with no place left to go.She moved forward,One step, Two,And then , it happened,a slip.
Gasps escaped the room as the Moonwine splashed across stone.
Glass shattered like bones under a predator's paw. A sharp, collective inhale filled the air.
Oliver's eyes reacted to the alpha beside him , Morran. A growl escaped from the older wolf's throat. He stepped forward, lips curled back, claws halfway formed. The servant , the girl , dropped to her knees, trying to collect the shards with bare, shaking hands.
"I–I'm sorry..." she whispered, barely louder than the wind.
Morran's boot ground against the stone, edging closer. "You dare spill moonwine in truce? Is this how vampires insult us now?"
"Stand down." Isaac's voice cut the moment like a blade.
The elder turned toward him, surprised. Not by the order , but the authority in it.
"She's a servant," Morran hissed. "A tool. A useless,"
"She's not worth breaking the Accord for," Isaac said calmly. "she will be punished accordingly."
Then Morran stepped back, with a growl that said this conversation wasn't over.
The girl didn't look up. Just scooped the glass pieces into her apron and left.Oliver looked at the door she exited from, long ,after she was gone.