Mango loco

Seeing him so ruffled emboldened her confidence, even as he tilted his head and offered her the options. She scoffed, [color=#9a00b2]“And deprive myself of watching you continue to trip over yourself? No. I prefer to enjoy that for myself.”[/color] Choosing to go up, the pair and Rory would find themselves in a wing of the estate flanked by various reception and guest rooms. A library occupied the furthest end of the corridor, its doors open though the lack of light shadowed the true size of it.

Silence met some of her words and while she ignored it, the lack of response irked her, grin losing some of that smug sheen.

[color=#9a00b2]“That is where you are wrong. One shouldn’t play to win, one should play enough that strike fear into those who’d oppose you.”[/color] Power was only power when you understood the greater things at play, the players around you were engaged in their own self absorbed games. [color=#9a00b2]“The support of the Dumonts to the Beauvais is an example. Regardless of how well you play, how connected you are, it only takes a rogue agent to take down a powerful house. But then again, it has made Dumont stronger and provided both houses with a staunch ally.” [/color]

Again her path paused and she turned to him, face feigning sweetness. [color=#9a00b2]“But I’ll put it in simpler terms for you, Baron Arlange. You’d do best to capitalise on their support. If only to hide behind.” [/color]