The Shadow Of Fangs, Feathers & Fur
Vodell let out a dark, raspy chuckle, folding his gloved hands over his knee.
"King Adamas has always been weak, Baird," Vodell said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, secretive whisper. "Ever since the day he took the crown, I knew he lacked the stomach to lead humans to true dominance. He preaches about 'peace' and 'balance,' but in reality, he is merely a sniveling slave to their supernatural strength. He fears them. But we... we do not."
Viscount Baird nodded vigorously, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "Precisely, Your Grace! So what are your orders?"