Back at the Dorne Family estate in Washington D.C. it still radiated the grandeur befitting a World Class Family — a sprawling fortress of glass and marble set atop the city's northern ridge, overlooking the Potomac River like a watchful predator. The night was clear, but within the mansion's towering halls, tension simmered like thunder behind clouds.
Inside the grand hall, an oppressive stillness blanketed the atmosphere. Rows of men in custom made black suits and attendants stood at attention as the enormous double doors opened, revealing Patriarch Armond Dorne — the head of the Dorne Family. His presence alone was enough to silence even the faint hum of the air-conditioning.
