He sat in the council chamber as he waited for each member to arrive.
Plumette was the first time enter, probably because he was hoping for a private audience with him.
And Yeren was in no mood to oblige him.
"Your Grace. I expected you to grace the room last."
True to his words, Yeren never arrived at any meeting before his subordinates.
But this time, he wanted to unsettled them, rattle them even. He didn't want to give them any time or space to compose themselves. And he did it so they would be flustered when he cornered them.
"Sit down and hold your peace till the others arrived."
Lord Plumette's smile died on the spot. In its place was something that resembled a smile, but never quite hit the mark.
Tense silence settled afterwards.
He was aware of the presence of his guards as his fingers fiddled absently with a quill.
