I groaned as I finished dressing for the day. The routine that always comforted me only irritated me now. It only reminded me of my demotion. The other Snow Leopards weren't mad at me but merely wished for what they saw as a stronger ruler. It made sense as there could be no mistakes with what was currently unraveling. One misstep could undo centuries of hard work. If the plan failed there was no chance it could ever be completed.
However, it still annoyed me that they decided to allow a new Fangser to be in charge of New Venice. I put on my fedora which completed my outfit. My reflection showed a Dreth that was reminiscent of the days when the Rethi ruled the world. A much simpler time. A time that I would've perished in.
