A deathly silence enveloped the room, only the steady dripping of blood could be heard. Violet slowly panned her gaze across the room, locking eyes with each elder present, one by one.
The weaker elders could hardly hold her gaze for a moment, sweat beading down their foreheads as they quickly broke eye contact and looked anywhere but at her. The ones in the middle and late stage of Lordship managed to hold her eyes for the few seconds she gave each of them. Yet she could still taste their fear, these were not battle hardened people.
They were weak, coddled, arrogant. They thought themselves untouchable due to their apparent station. Yet Violet had just shattered that flimsy illusion, reminding them that it is strength alone that dictates the rules.
