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The air itself seemed to burn invisibly, fueled by the hatred between them, and it was with certainty there would be bloodshed before this exchange was over.

Still, Calihal responded only wth an air of distaste, like he had just sipped from a glass of fermented wine. "How typical. Blunder in to defend the woman in which you hope to stake your claim spilling your bastard seed...charming, really. Even a man of your station can do much better than a lecherous murderer," he emphasized the words, taking care to enunciate each syllable as if speaking to a child. "Oh! Do forgive my impudence. Did the lord's daughter leave out that tidbit when she lifted her skirts for you?"

The Chancellor rose, slowly, clasped hands falling to his sides, that Karem saw he looked unarmed, the loose, plunging neckline of his ruffled white blouse contrasting the dark contours of his chest in the gloom as he stood and spread his hands disarmingly, his gaze falling briefly to the blade in Karem's hand. "Never mind bothering a lowly guardsman as yourself with trivial details." He then locked eyes with Karem again, too, with blood in his eyes, a fury unmatched except by, perhaps, Karem's own, but his tone was dead calm. "Of course, you do realize the implications of actively drawing your weapon upon an Imperial Statesman, let alone on government property?"