The hall fell silent. Malaica's face tightened with concern, and Aragon's expression remained blank.
Osalde had been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. He had confirmed that Eliviraa, the dragon, was not present and saw this as his opportunity to eliminate both Malaica and Aragon, securing his power in the region.
The halls of House Virjor were filled with tension as Duke Osalde's forces surrounded them.
The estate was encircled, and the odds seemed insurmountable.
The Duke, accompanied by his men, marched into the main hall with an air of arrogant confidence.
Malaica stood ready, defiant in the face of her enemies. She didn't understand how Osalde would dare to show his face here and attack them on this day. She was furious.
Malaica's eyes blazed with fury as she saw Osalde. "Osalde, you old snake, you will pay for this," she spat, her voice trembling with rage.
