Muiyan Faye had expected a bit more drama— perhaps some crying, some shouting, or at the very least, a little public rage from Dupravel Nuna in the aftermath of his son's kidnapping.
But to her mild disappointment, the Black Serpents Guildmaster kept his composure remarkably intact.
Even if he was boiling on the inside— which she had no doubt he was, given every intelligence report painted him as a doting father who spoiled his son rotten— Dupravel did not crumble, did not shout, and most certainly did not break down.
At least not here. Not in front of everyone.
Instead, he stood tall, face unreadable, expression carved from stone, still playing the part of a dignified Monarch, even as the ashes of his enemies cooled at his feet.
'Tch… guess you don't reach Monarch status without learning to bury your emotions somewhere deep,' Faye thought, exhaling lightly as she shook her head in disappointment— before letting her gaze drift to the one person she was actually worried about.
