Ravenbreath

Quiet War Behind Velvet Curtains: Measured Power

They gather beneath chandeliers and gilded ceilings, draped in silk and civility. Smiles stretch across the faces of those who would see each other ruined, and every toast carries twice the meaning. Titles mean less than leverage, and the true power lies not with swords, but with secrets shared behind closed doors.
Every glance is measured, every silence heavy. Knights may guard the doors, but it is the nobles who deal the cuts. Alliances are bought, broken, and reshaped in a single evening, while the crowns rest uneasy on heads that know too well what one slip can cost.