Chapter 15: The storm

~ Lumiére's POV ~

“… my point exactly. We can’t afford to move the battle arm of the High Lord now. Not when we might be invaded by unknown forces…” the man from the West said with a smirk.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes as the man from the West played the same "protect the High Lord" card that they always did. It was clear that they were more concerned about their own status and power than anything else.

He rolled his eyes, catching the glare Reagan threw his way.

“ The only solution is to find a wife for the High Lord. A task the East Sanctuary is failing terribly at…” Lord Brennan muttered.

As Lumiére listened to the exchange between the elders, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration welling up inside him. He rubbed his lips with his index finger, a gesture of annoyance that he couldn't suppress. The elders should have seen it, hell noticed it but they continued. It was as if they were deliberately ignoring his wishes.

Elder Wharton's comment only added fuel to the fi