Frederick seemed awfully broken up about the nation-wide break up. Of course he would be, what reigning sovereign wouldn’t? But Mordecai couldn’t resist indulging in a sense of smug superiority. The revolution had hardly shattered his life. The violence ripping through their land like the harsh crack of a whip had given him all he needed to make a few necessary changes in his life. The death of his wife, which brought that loveless marriage to a standstill, followed by the disappearance of his children who only ever could have brought him the same disappointment and irritation that the pouting bitch who bore them for him did. All were officially casualties of the chaos that had pried Kalopsia in two, and Mordecai got to be a hollow, broken man soldiering on despite his wretched circumstances. That was the idea, anyway.
His eyelids lowered and lips tensed into a hard line and he tried to look a little more hollow and broken to offset that smug delight that had been boiling for so long in the otherwise frigid cavity of his chest ever since he finalized the last details of his wife’s death. She was visiting her parents. She was always so sweet, so kind in that way. How could she have known? How could she have known that her husband would do to her what he did, and then blame it on bloodthirsty, restless dissenters? Mordecai kept his icy gaze on Frederick despite his mind drifting elsewhere.
A clean slate. I couldn’t agree more. How refreshing, to feel as though life truly was beginning anew. Mordecai raised a figuratively bloodstained hand to signify that he was going to speak before he did so in a voice that flooded the hall like cold water.
“[color=#6E7F80]And what do you plan to do about the potential spies in our midst?” Was cutting everyone down to the same size and hoping infiltrators got bored vying for secrets and standing their only line of defense? Whose job would it be to screen for threats? Keep tabs on suspicious activity? Find the spies? “[color=#6E7F80]With that, what would go into proving one’s worth?” Showing up to a handful of functions? In the interest of mitigating the advancement of particularly dedicated spies, Mordecai hoped there would be a more in-depth vetting process than that.
His eyelids lowered and lips tensed into a hard line and he tried to look a little more hollow and broken to offset that smug delight that had been boiling for so long in the otherwise frigid cavity of his chest ever since he finalized the last details of his wife’s death. She was visiting her parents. She was always so sweet, so kind in that way. How could she have known? How could she have known that her husband would do to her what he did, and then blame it on bloodthirsty, restless dissenters? Mordecai kept his icy gaze on Frederick despite his mind drifting elsewhere.
A clean slate. I couldn’t agree more. How refreshing, to feel as though life truly was beginning anew. Mordecai raised a figuratively bloodstained hand to signify that he was going to speak before he did so in a voice that flooded the hall like cold water.
“[color=#6E7F80]And what do you plan to do about the potential spies in our midst?” Was cutting everyone down to the same size and hoping infiltrators got bored vying for secrets and standing their only line of defense? Whose job would it be to screen for threats? Keep tabs on suspicious activity? Find the spies? “[color=#6E7F80]With that, what would go into proving one’s worth?” Showing up to a handful of functions? In the interest of mitigating the advancement of particularly dedicated spies, Mordecai hoped there would be a more in-depth vetting process than that.
[glow=black,2,300]something wicked this way comes[/glow]
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