Daemian is watching the discussion from his own seat, twisting a coin between his fingers. If there’s anything he wants to be done with— then it would be this council meeting. He notices the girl quietly picking her nails, probably scared for her life. He can’t help but sigh out annoyed. Why does there need to be taken so much damn time over a minor matter such as this? One look around the table tells him they’re not coming to an agreement anytime soon. And he just wanted to go back home.
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