#hellfire--

There was no point in delaying the inevitable. After his sister’s dramatic escape, of course one of the Chancellor’s little birds would eventually learn of her fate. That it hadn’t been as simple as running for her life, but to find asylum under his wing; even if it needed to be..encouraged. The anesthetic had been the same as what was administered to pregnant women during c-sections, guaranteeing its safe use on his sister despite the stomach-churning need for it and not something more conventional. 

But as the High Commander stalked through the administrative division of the keep where most politicians possessed their offices including Izunia’s ostentatiously grandiose own. So when the man’s secretary ushered him through, the poor thing’s face blanched fearfully, Ravus grimly wondered what foul mood the Chancellor was in. 

No matter. He’d face this like the wolf he was. “You wished to see me, Chancellor?” he greeted with maddening neutrality keeling his tone.