Damian pushed his long black hair back from his face and leaned comfortably against his throne, allowing the tension created by the previous confrontation to settle before moving on. He reached into the sleeve of his robe and pulled out a small cigar parcel, opening it with practiced ease before taking out a single cigar.
Every eye in the courtroom followed the motion as he tucked the parcel away, placed the cigar between his lips and allowed the exposed end to ignite with a faint violet glow.
He took a deep drag, held the smoke for a moment and then released a thick plume into the air before letting out a heavy sigh. The simple act seemed almost mundane after what had just happened, yet nobody in the court mistook it for an indication that Damian had relaxed.
