At Marcos' palace, in the dining hall...

At the large table, only two people sat. Multiple chairs were all lined up with cutlery at the table, but it was bare of any people.

A stinging silence reigned, and only the clinking of silver knives and forks hitting plates could be heard.

She tried all she could to lessen the noise her cutlery was making, but it seemed like a Herculean task.

She sat nervously, her eyes darting about the halls, her back rigid.

The other party, Marcos, didn't seem to mind the noise his cutlery made at all as he ate in boredom.

His poise looks like that of a...