Ercilia was at a loss for a moment, shell-shocked by Iorwerth's words.
"What?! You wouldn't dare!" she then bolted out, flaring up even more.
She had to fight her fear. Yet, the only way to do that was to let her rage take over. She tried to break free again but failed to duck as he already wrapped his arms around her. He effortlessly picked her up over his shoulder before striding swiftly through the manor.
"You can't lock me up! Grandmother still-"
"Needs you? How foolish, my lady…" Iorwerth cut Ercilia off, scowling.
"That old hag has no power over me at all. She may have had made you the best of your batch, but at the end of the day, she was only a temporary overseer. You have a much better purpose. Don't wither away like a flower in that mafia."
