11 A Tempting Proposition
The Baron returned to his throne room, leaving Dorian to sulk in his lonely cell. A conflicted scowl plagued the Baron’s face as he walked through the halls. He stepped into his grand room huffing as he approached his exalted golden chair resting at the precipice of five marbled stairs. He snatched a silver chalice resting atop the chair’s arm and hurled the half-filled goblet across the room, roaring angrily.
“He said no, huh?” Morlana replied from the shadows in the corner of the room.
“Is there something on your mind, Morlana?”
“Yes, actually, there is,” she said, stepping from the corner.
“Well…the point?”
“It’s Dorian. I want to see him in my private chambers. I want to become more acquainted with him.”
The Baron stared back at Morlana with indiffere
