The Prime Minister scoffed, taking a slow sip of his wine. He didn't even bother looking back at the room.
"What can this useless bitch even do to me?" he sneered in disgust. "She does nothing but sit there and drink tea all day. She is entirely boring."
The mother continued to stroke his hair, completely validating his horrific behavior. "So what is wrong, then? What put you in such a foul mood?"
The Prime Minister's grip on his wine glass tightened. The dark, bottomless abyss returned to his eyes as a specific face flashed in his mind.
"That daughter of the Marcuset family," he whispered, his voice vibrating with a dark, twisted obsession. "That arrogant Vanguard bitch. I want"
The matriarch paused her petting, looking down at her son. Then, she let out a loud, highly amused laugh, covering her mouth with her silk sleeve.
"Want her, right?" she chuckled. "Are you sure you want a military brute like her?"
