The Treacherous Lord, Chapter 1

the man knocks at the elaborately carved door 
“Enter” a deep voice comes through the dark wood 
the man opens the door, and enters the room. 
The lord is standing at the window, contemplating the high, snow capped peaks surrounding the castle, and the flurry of snow falling about the high keep.
“My lord.....news from Joraje... Our man we sent after Tajep missed his target.....and Johann fled the country by ship the hour before our assassin reached him.” 
the noble turned, regarding his steward, and, after a moment of thought, spoke: 
“Though they have failed......it is not a pointless endeavor. Now, the Faithless will live in fear for some time....Is that all?”
“Yes, My liege.” 
“Very well...... send our spies some wine, they’ve had to subsist on that water the Jorans call “wine”... they’ve done us a service, though they haven’t succeeded....” 
“Yes, Lord.” 
the man turned, and left the room, heading down for the main hall. 
The lord, for his part, turned back to the window. “A storm is coming..... The faithless will fall, as they rightly should. Our honor will at last be avenged.” he mused to himself, smiling slightly