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As Matilda stepped into the opulent suite, her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. The room exuded an air of refined luxury, with plush velvet curtains and antique furniture that spoke of old money and influence.

Malachi Vex rose from his high-backed chair, a disarming smile playing on his lips. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his tall, lean frame. His violet eyes gleamed with an intensity that both attracted and unnerved.

"Lady Matilda," he purred, his voice smooth as silk. "A vision as always. Please, make yourself comfortable." He gestured to an elegant chaise lounge across from him.

Matilda gracefully took her seat, her emerald dress pooling around her. She met Malachi's gaze with a cool confidence of her own. "Mr. Vex," she replied, her tone polite but guarded. "I must admit, I was intrigued by your invitation."

Malachi chuckled, reaching for a crystal decanter. "Intrigue is a commodity I trade in, my dear. Whiskey?"

"Please," Matilda nodded, watching as he poured two glasses with practiced ease.

As he handed her the drink, their fingers brushed momentarily. Matilda suppressed a shiver, noting the calculated nature of the touch. 'A snake indeed,' she thought. 'But I've danced with vipers before.'

Malachi settled back into his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "I couldn't help but notice your extended stay in our fair city," he began, his tone casual. "Drakoria has so much to offer, doesn't it? Especially to those who know where to look."

Matilda took a small sip of her whiskey, savoring the burn. "Indeed," she replied. "Though I find the city reveals its secrets slowly, even to the most... observant."

A glimmer of amusement flashed in Malachi's eyes. "Ah, but that's where connections come in handy. For instance, did you know that the old catacombs beneath the city house some of the most exclusive gatherings in all of Drakoria?"

'He's fishing,' Matilda realized. 'Trying to gauge my knowledge, my interest.'

Aloud, she said, "Fascinating. Though I imagine such gatherings are quite... selective in their guest list."

Malachi leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "They are indeed. But for someone of your... caliber, doors tend to open. Especially with the right escort."

Matilda arched an eyebrow. "And I suppose you're offering to be that escort, Mr. Vex?"

He laughed, a rich, melodious sound. "My dear Lady Matilda, I'm offering so much more than that. Drakoria is a city of endless possibilities, but only for those who understand its true nature. The power that flows through its veins, the whispers in its shadows."

As he spoke, Malachi's eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire. Matilda found herself captivated, even as her mind raced to decipher his true intentions.

"I've built an empire here," he continued, gesturing expansively. "Not just of wealth, but of information. There's not a secret in this city that escapes my notice. Not a deal made without my knowledge."

Matilda took another sip of her whiskey, using the moment to gather her thoughts. "That's quite a claim, Mr. Vex. Though I wonder, what use would such... extensive knowledge be to someone like me?"

Malachi's smile turned predatory. "Oh, I think we both know you're not here for a simple vacation, Lady Matilda. A woman of your status, your connections... you're seeking something. Or perhaps, running from something?"

A chill ran down Matilda's spine, but she kept her expression neutral. 'He's probing, looking for weakness,' she reminded herself. 'Don't give him an inch.'

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage," she said coolly. "You claim to know so much about me, yet I know so little about you. Beyond your reputation, of course."

Malachi chuckled. "Reputations can be such fickle things, can't they? But let me be clear, Lady Matilda. My offer is simple: align yourself with me, and you'll find Drakoria to be a most welcoming home. I can provide protection, information, influence... whatever you need."

Matilda's mind whirled. 'He's trying to manipulate me, to make me feel indebted. But why? What does he truly want?'

She leaned forward, her voice taking on a hint of steel. "And what of Lord Blackthorn? Surely you're aware of his... influence."

She knew she and Blackthorn weren't the best of friends currently but there were certain perks that came with being called his wife such as this moment. Not that she believed much in the "WIFE" title anymore as her whole being was more unless hinged on the handsome young man that awaited her at home.

For a moment, something dark flashed across Malachi's face as he digested what she said. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual charming smile.

"Ah yes, your esteemed husband," he said smoothly. "A man of great power... in Astoria. But we're in Drakoria now, my dear. And here, well, let's just say the scales of influence tip differently."

Matilda felt a surge of anger at his dismissive tone. 'He thinks he has me cornered,' she realized. 'Time to show some teeth of my own.'

"Mr. Vex," she said, her voice honey-sweet but laced with venom. "Your offer is... generous. But I'm afraid my heart and body belong to another. Not even your considerable influence can change that."

She rose gracefully, setting down her now-empty glass. "I appreciate your hospitality, but I must be going."

Malachi's eyes narrowed, but his smile remained fixed. "Of course, my dear. But do think on what I've said. Drakoria can be a dangerous place for those without... friends."

As Matilda reached the door, she turned back, her posture regal and defiant. "I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Vex. Though I've found that sometimes, the most dangerous things in a city are those that claim to be your friends."

With that parting shot, she swept out of the room, her head held high.

As the door closed behind her, Malachi's smile faded. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, folded piece of paper. Unfolding it revealed a sketch of Matilda's face, with the words "WANTED" emblazoned above.

"Oh, my dear Lady Matilda," he murmured, tracing her image with a finger. "If only you knew the storm that's coming. But don't worry... I'll be there to offer shelter when it breaks."

He tossed the paper into the fireplace, watching as the flames consumed it. The bounty would be public knowledge soon enough. For now, he could afford to be patient.

After all, the best predators knew when to wait for their prey to tire before striking.

Meanwhile, Matilda strode through the hotel lobby, her heart pounding but her exterior calm. She had faced down Malachi Vex and emerged unscathed... for now.

As she stepped out into the bustling streets of Drakoria, her mind raced with possibilities and plans. Malachi was a dangerous new player in this game, but she had faced worse odds before.

'Let him think he has the upper hand,' she thought, a determined glint in her eye. 'He'll learn soon enough that I'm not some helpless damsel to be manipulated or controlled.'

With renewed purpose, Matilda hailed a hovering carriage. She had preparations to make, allies to gather. The game was far from over, and she intended to emerge victorious.

As the carriage whisked her away, she allowed herself a small, fierce smile. 'Malachi Vex might think he ruled Drakoria, but he is about to learn that underestimating Matilda ... ' she paused, pondering on the last name for a second...

Then she continued, '..Matilda is a grave mistake indeed,'