"You want to host... a tournament?"
Corvus stood by the window in the throne room of the grand castle. He stood with his hands behind his back, his iconic hood shielding his most handsome face from view as he looked out over the capital city of his humble new empire.
He didn't answer the aids incredulous question, letting the poor man stew in silence. This particular aid had been serving Corvus for the last year, and since he was a puppet up until a few weeks ago, he was used to the Lord's strong and silent demeanour.
Damien was his name and he was dressed in a suit, as he always did. He highly valued the refined and elegant class of the old world over the barbaric nature of the new one, as he stated in his own words. Still, he made sure to pick himself out a suit that had a long tail coat and crisp white gloves, almost making him look like a butler.
