"I am signing this decree because I trust your absolute weakness to keep you loyal to my table, Richter," Diana said, her voice filled with a cold, haughty confidence as she handed the finalized documents back into his waiting fingers.
The private vault chamber fell into a heavy, absolute silence as the heavy parchment settled into Richter hands. Diana turned away with a sharp, triumphant sway of her velvet skirt, completely consumed by the illusion of her own supreme dominance. She did not look back as she walked toward the massive golden vault door, her mind already calculating how she would use Richter secret lowborn wealth to humiliate the traditional merchant houses at the next city council gala. She was entirely oblivious to the fact that the submissive, trembling servant who had
