"This is why I hate playing their fucking game," Samael grumbled, cracking his fingers as he calmed down slightly. "It's never fun. I should've just piled up their bodies and made a throne out of them with Stefan's head on top of it."
Rufus, who sat on the opposite armchair, rested his jaw on his knuckles. "My lord, please don't forget your reasons you had betrayed your people." Rufus calmly spoke, stressing how he was one of those.
"Come on! I didn't betray you! I simply left out some details, and I already said I'm sorry, alright? We just know you won't like the idea!"
"Of course. Why would I approve of such an idea that involves innocent children?" Rufus' eyes veered to the children, who were serving them some tea they had learned to make. "Of all capable adults you can scheme with, you chose five children and that child in the palace, Your Grace. How unspeakable."
