Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24685738-20160815224312

"Oh, Luthor." Damian laughed and leaned back in his chair, eyeing the Imperial across the desk. He liked the man, sure, and it would be rather easy to take Luthor's money and blame the upcoming wedding on the Hassildors.

"Rob is a very young, impulsive man, and your brother-in-law, the King of Evermore, killed his brother and stole his kingdom." He leaned forward, with a smile to match Luthor's own. "It will be a very difficult road for me to convince him that your brother-in-law's family should not deserve the same fate."

To be completely honest, Damian was a bit irritated by the way that Luthor had come into his tent, in the middle of his war camp, and acted as if he was in charge, and talking down to a king as if he was a child.

The Periens and the Septims were very rich, as well. Luthor's money would just be a bonus, but Damian didn't really need his money. Luthor wasn't in control--his insentive was worth nothing, seeing as Damian was doing it anyway.

"One-hundred and fifty thousand septims." He replied, looking into Luthor's eyes with his own disconcerting violet ones.