"You look like a psychopath."
Especially with all the blood smeared across his gently smiling face. The sight was rather unsettling, lending Micah an almost haunting appearance.
…
Caius sat back in his chair, a flickering candle casting shadows on the walls of his tent as he perused the updates from Micah and Number Ten. The parchment crinkled softly under his fingers as he nodded his head in approval. A small smile played at the corners of his lips as he felt a surge of optimism about the methods they used to combat rebellion.
Just as he leaned back, a soft rustle announced the arrival of a servant. The young man stepped inside, bowing deeply.
"Your Majesty," he said, his voice steady yet laced with excitement, "I bring good news. Her Excellency, Lady Eve, has been diligently researching a method of confrontation. She invites you, Your Majesty, to come and witness her findings."
Caius nodded thoughtfully as a slight curve ticked up the corner of his lips.
