I watched Marquis Owen Glines and his informer writhing on the ground under the pressure of my Dragon's Presence while I walked ahead, letting the doors close behind me.
"You must not know it," I spoke as I walked forward, "but the Queen knows that Ace, the founder of Azurlite, is my friend. Didn't she tell you?"
The veins on his neck stood taut as he forced his head up to glare at me.
"You... You're the sly—" I sighed and increased the pressure, making him gasp and his face slam back onto his carpet.
"I would be careful if I were you, Owen," I said, and heard him grunt.
"Your illegitimate son is as good as in hell right now, and honestly, I don't need him anymore. I got what I wanted from him, so I'm here for you." I spoke before I heard someone approaching.
The low and soft footfalls came up to the doors, followed by two gentle knocks.
"I've brought you some gin as you asked for, My Lord," the polite male voice seeped in.
