The Succession War (Part 2)

A man was pacing around in a courtyard. 

It was a simple courtyard, with nothing special within.

The man was not decked in any jewels or anything of the sort. He was just in plain clothing, but the air about him gave him a majestic glare.

This man was someone who was important, without a doubt. No ordinary man would look like this without a big background. This was an aura that came from power.

He looked stressed though, as if he was waiting for someone. His face was gentle, but his eyes were sharp, not wanting to miss anything that happened around him.

"Where the hell is he? He said that he would be here by now." a soft voice came from him.

Although soft spoken, there was a hint of domineering possession within that voice. It was the voice of someone who wanted much more than the simple courtyard that he was in.

Swish!

A shadow appeared right behind him. The shadow resembled that of a man, and it immediately knelt on the ground.