Introducing an Antagonist

I just wanted some critique because I really want this scene to have some umph. The character Hurt Lilac is one of the wealthiest, most powerful characters in my story and I hope I get that across in this scene. If I need to add more context I will but there’s not too much information.

Characters:

Alexandru - Emperor of the Empire

Cyrus - Count of the wealthiest House (15th century jeff bezos)

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“You should’ve killed the bastard at Corn Creek. I suppose we can stall him for some time while he’s in the capital?”

“I should have done many things differently, your majesty,” Cyrus was silent for a moment, then continued, “While Hurt is in the city he can’t lead his armies, we have some advantage.”

Alexandru was about to speak before the large doors at the end of the throne room swung open. There was silence, then followed the distant ringing of footsteps across the marble floor.

“Hurt Lilac, Count of Heelfall, Keeper of the Heel, head of House Lilac, your majesty,” announced an attendant, before slinking back into the shadows.

Count Hurt Lilac, as if mocking their previous conversation, strutted towards the throne in confidence. He was a man of large stature, tall and fat in the belly. His head was bald, as was face, save for two thin, dark eyebrows. He was a man of fifty years, but appeared much younger, bearing only a few wrinkles. He wore a fine, blue doublet, laced with golden silk, and a white coat bordered with expensive fur. On his breast was pinned the badge of the Head of Trade, signifying his council position. Atop his head rested a golden circlet, embroidered with sapphires.

Cyrus had only seen the man once on the Yddrimite and they did not speak. Hurt was one of the chief managers of the Imperial Trade Conglomerate, overseeing its operations in the Heel. Rarely did he converse with Cyrus though, save for the occasional letter on how the company fared in the province. There was a rift between the two men that neither could put to words, half resentment for the happenings during the war, and half a fearful respect for the other.

The man knelt before the steps, “My Emperor.”