( Seriously, Hunter's brain is short-circuiting at this point.

Rafa has always been a strong fighter, and he's fought for so long. But Rafa's also become weary with battle and conquering. He wanted an end to a war that was as peaceful as they could manage to help save as many lives as they could. And he had earned that through proper negotiation and alliances. And now, they only extend their empire through alliances. They haven't conquered anyone in a long time.

So all of this conflicts greatly with the man languishing before him on the throne.

Hunter follows, and if any thrall tries to move in his path he easily shoves them aside as if they don't exist at all.

He stands before Rafa, towering over him, and very purposely not sitting. )

We're going home to finish this discussion. In private. ( He glances around at all the thralls with disgust. Hunter's been through war, he's seen hell and more. He's not shy to the darkness of the world. But thralls have always left a bad taste in his mouth. It's worse now that he's facing so many made by Rafa's own hand. ) And you're not making another fucking thrall.


( He shakes his head as he looks back to Rafa. ) What would Shane say if he saw all of this?