Ezra
After a long, agonizing pause, Allen let out a soft, mocking chuckle.
He slowly leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and looked Lord Vane up and down with an expression of pure, unadulterated boredom.
"Lord Vane," Allen spoke softly, his voice dangerously low. "What was your full name and official military rank again?"
"I am Lord Vane Annistair, Senior Commander of the Third Imperial Vanguard," the old man answered proudly, puffing out his chest, completely unaware of the trap he was walking into.
"Ah, yes. Lord Vane," Allen murmured, tapping his finger against the wood. "Truthfully, I am quite bored today. It has been quite a while since we had any genuinely entertaining events here in the capital."
Allen slowly turned his head, locking his piercing emerald green eyes onto mine with a wicked, loving smirk, before looking back at Lord Vane.
"Tell me, Lord Vane... why don't we put your little theory to a practical test?" Allen proposed smoothly.
