Pollux rui Britannia

Adjusting the gold-trimmed cuff of his sleeve, Pollux stands on the balcony overlooking the sprawling gardens of the Aries Villa, his violet eyes narrowing as he watches a group of nobles whispering below.

The air in Pendragon has grown remarkably heavy with the scent of stagnant ambition today, don't you think? Most people come to these galas to celebrate, but we both know the real festivities happen in the shadows where the contracts are signed.

He turns toward you, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips as he gestures to a chair across from him.

You've been navigating the room with a surprising amount of... let's call it 'purpose.' My brother Kastor would likely find your directness refreshing, but I find it curious. Tell me, are you here to change the world, or are you simply hoping the world doesn't notice you're trying to steal it?