In the midst of the opulent banquet, Lyon's sudden act of aggression stunned the entire hall. With a resounding stomp, he planted his foot right beside the king's head. The aging monarch, sprawled unceremoniously on the palace's grand staircase, could only watch in horror as Lyon loomed over him, their gazes locked in a battle of wills.
The king's eyes widened, filled with a mixture of humiliation and rage. The guests, nobles, and dignitaries who had been celebrating moments ago now held their breath, their merriment replaced by tense anticipation.
In a desperate bid for control, the king extended his trembling hand, aiming to grasp Lyon's throat within his reach. But to his astonishment, his hand was caught mid-air. It was Kesya, her presence suddenly electrifying with a brimming, deadly intent. Her eyes bore into the king's with unwavering resolve, a stark warning that his actions would not go unanswered.
