Imagine: the first time you met.
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You have arrived on the Vos' yacht, 'First Light', when the party was already started.
You felt awkward in this place. People and different kinds of aliens where radiating contempt and anger, hiding their real feelings behind a smile, music and alcohol.
Your friend, Margaryt, told you that this is a great opportunity to find some new friends and alliance. But you didn't like this idea, you didn't want to get involved with such persons, and didn't want to become a part of Crimson Dawn like your family and friends. Their political ideas and principles were far from your understanding, but nevertheless, you had to come here.
You stood apart from the crowd, looking out for a friend in it:
– Where is she? She was here just for a minute ago, oh Marga-
– Excuse me, – a man's voice came from behind.
You shuddered a little in surprise and turned to the speaker. He was tall, with pale skin and light hair, dressed in black clothes and holding a glass of champagne in right hand. Looking at his face, you remembered the stories that your friend told you, the story's about "the man so powerful, that the whole criminal galaxy is trembling under his fingertips". Margaryt was a professional dramatizer, but nevertheless, his stern blue eyes and red marks on the skin really seemed to warn about danger. A phrase slipped through your mind, – “Handsome devil”.
– You are here for the first time, aren't you? I am Dryden Vos.
– (Y/F/N), nice to meet you. How did you find out? – you again began to look into the crowd, trying to find a familiar face in it.
– You don't look like everyone else here. You look... Fresh.
– Huh? What do you mean by 'fresh'? – you looked at him with a slight smile.
– Every time I see new faces here, – he looked thoughtfully in the large window at the side of the room, – Someone leads a friend, then he leads a new friend and so on, and on, and on. But they are already coming here exhausted by this atmosphere of eternal parties and hypocritic conversations. You stand out, it is clear that you are uncomfortable here, you don't like it here.
– I'm sorry if I upset you, it's just not my kind of party.
– No apologizes here. I don't like it either. This chatter and noise annoys me, but though I can't stop it. You know, it's more of a duty to me. To keep the power you need to constantly feed the subjects.
You stood quietly, thinking about his words.
– It might sound harsh, I don't want you to think of me as a slave master or a tyrant, I'm just--
– You don't need to explain, – you calmly interrupted him, – I understand.
He was really surprised by your opinion. Why are you not offended?
– You are above everyone here, and it's clear. You have to do things that often do not bring any pleasure to stay on top--
– Because it is so easy to fall down... – for a so-seemed long time you where just watching in distance in silence. You thought about your duties. How can you break them, how can you run from them, and, what's more important, from your family?
– Excuse me? – he asked in surprise.
– From the top. Have you ever sacrificed power for something close to you?
He seemed to be very confused by this question, or even upset by his answer.
– For bad or for good, but I don't have anything or anyone close.
After a light pause, you turned your had to look at him once more:
– Maybe you just need to look more closely.
You gave him a last glance, and with a smirk headed right into the crowd, leaving the criminal lord staying at the corner with wide eyes... And interest in meeting again.
