Hanging The Wingless Drake

[Quatral]

  

Sat upon a low balcony overlooking the gardens and training courses of the Order, a thin smile draws to the taciturn monarch's lips at news of the Ebonblooded's rebuttal. Though matters are ultimately shifted and left in hand of the upstart Astor noble, this much is said,
   

"Nina... there's little more I enjoy that to hear the thrashings of a dying beast. Have you ever hunted? It's the noise of a magnificent yet terrible monster brought to its last, halted breath. Watch them...- these Ebonblooded, watch them thrash and call as they're snuffed out like candles.

  

One by one.

    

Let them cry for sympathy, let the beast on the mountain howl for aid. For as many innocents have seen their fates at the Obelisk, will I ensure their black scaled kind are put to the sword tenfold. I've faith in Acacio however... tell him- tell the young Lord, I'd like the tongue of that loud Forgemaster. It's far too eloquent to sit in the empty head of such a foul-minded creature as he."

  
From upon on the balcony, the Queen's maid is issued to dispatch a series of letters and correspondence, watchful eyes of placid sapphires observing all that goes on below.