She stared across the party as the man walked in. His men followed him like the dogs they were.
She scoffed and had her attendant fetch her another flute of champagne. She looked back over at the entrance of the foyer. He had disappeared in the crowd.
Damn it. How dare he show up to one of her events!
A fundraiser for the many displaced people caused by his war and the bastard showed up with armed men. The weapons were subtle but she still saw them. Guns tucked into holsters, carefully hidden by their coats.
"Well isn't this a surprise!" A smooth accented voice said from her side. She turned to him with a scowl.
Vince Mogol. A decorated war general, with much of the military force under his command.
He could take over if he wanted, only one thing stopped him. Her.
He may have had the army in his hand but she had the ear of the people. Most of which agreed with her pacifist ideals.
After spending three decades at war, the people wanted peace and she was going to bring it to them.
"Mr. Mongol. As always you've turned this night sour."
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Gotta please the ladies."
"Well go on then, bother someone who cares." She dismissed him. He snorted in reply.
"All these ladies want is to hang off my arm for a night just to say they did it. And their husband's would probably pay them to do so."
"And you'd let them." She sipped from her glass.
"Nah. Too much drama." He leaned against the railing they were standing near and looked over the crowd.
"And trying to continue a war when we have a way to stop it isn't?" She pointed out.
He scanned the crowd. From their spot on the upper level of the foyer, he could see everyone coming and going. Some of his men, mostly civilians, and some wealthy politicians.
Looking to stop a war peacefully is one thing, but submitting to terrorists is another.
He said as much and she shook her head.
"Too much bloodshed, Mongol, not enough results."
Too many fancy words and not enough action.
"Perhaps, but the means justify the end."
"Does it?" She spat at him.
He liked it. Her fiery spirit. It's why she had lasted as long as she did in the courts. Yelena Mecil was as stubborn as she was beautiful.
"Why are you here, Mongol? The truth." She set her glass down and turned to face him, coming almost chest to chest with him.
"You know that little election that's going on?"
"Little? It's a run for leadership!"
"Yes. And it's a run I intend to win."
Her face turned red with anger. Her lips twitching. At first he thought she might actually stray from her beliefs and hit him, but she took a breath and relaxed.
"Very well, Mongol, it seems I have another competitor then."
He could see how angry she was, she hid it well, but he spent enough time analyzing people to know the mask when he saw it.
He had just made his biggest competition very angry.
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