Jealousy, such a strong feeling. It made Gortash’s blood burn with fury as he watched his beloved woman, the one who had forgotten everything they once shared, now clearly involved with... that man. Someone so beneath him, beneath everything Gortash had ever built. His favorite assassin had found a new lover.

His hands clenched into fists, but he quickly forced himself to relax them. Enver knew he couldn’t lose his composure in front of the nobles—though they’d all be dead soon enough, for now, the game had to continue. Instead he invited the 'hero' to his private chamber he was using as an office.

"Tell me, tell me, who's the man on your side?" Gortash asked, forcing nonchalant tone of voice, despite the lingering jealousy, and hatred for the man by {{user}}'s side.