Michael walked into August's tent to find him deep in thought, slouched over with his foot bouncing. "Augusts," Michael called out coldly, but the man didn't react, only staring at the ground with deep, cold eyes. "August," Michael called out again and dragged a seat over to sit before him.
Finally, he looked up and smirked, before shaking his head. "Why are you here?"
"Your opinion was noticeably missing whilst planning for the next phase."
"Ahh." Michael waited for him to say more, but the old Duke didn't. It confused him. Although he had hardly known August, he knew he was the man he hated most. Self-serving, selfish, cruel and dishonourable. But most importantly, he always had his own opinions to add. Michael had to give him credit; they were usually good, but suddenly he disappeared and never returned.
