sapphireswimming

Best Laid Plans The fire cracking behind the grate threw soft orange light through the otherwise dark room.  Shadows softened on the edges, highlighting the coat of arms over the fireplace.  Portraits stared with judgmental eyes, staring down at the man in the room.  He sat in a green velvet wingback chair, his feet propped up on a matching ottoman.  A glass of port filled one hand, light glinting through its purple-red depths.   Twenty years.  Twenty years of waiting, planning...  He couldn't believe he'd failed. Vlad Masters stared into the deep ruby recesses of his glass and took a long, uncivilized pull.  It didn't matter at the moment