[Donald's Perspective]
It seemed like a long time since someone had addressed him in that manner; Martha's facial muscles visibly twitched, then morphed into a sneer.
She looked at me and scoffed, "Don't you find yourself ridiculous at this moment, Donald? Aren't you, who deprived Dan of his title, the epitome of hypocrisy? Oh, I forgot, the members of the Wolf royal family always pretend to be something they're not, of course you won't admit to the disgusting and sinful acts you've committed!"
Martha's sneer intensified as she spoke; she arched an eyebrow and a sharp dagger slid from her wide sleeve! She adeptly grasped the hilt, turned her body slightly, and pressed the blade of the dagger against the side of Margaret's neck.
"What do you think, if I kill her now, will you feel even a fraction of the pain I felt back then?"
There was a hint of negotiation in her tone, but I slowly narrowed my eyes, filled with a dangerous warning.
