Rebecca's guest hall was grand, befitting of the Bloodwing Mansion.
Marble floors gleamed beneath chandeliers, and large paintings of past Drake family leaders adorned the walls. Yet, amidst this grandeur, an intense confrontation was taking place.
As the doors shut behind them, Rebecca's cold gaze met Asher's, the tension palpable, "If you have something to say, then say it. I've a multitude of tasks awaiting my attention," she stated, voice dripping with disdain.
Asher's casual stroll and amused smirk made her skin crawl, "Ah, always so busy, Consort Rebecca. It's a wonder you found time for our little chat," he replied, drawing nearer with each step.
Rebecca wrinkled her nose and ignored his rude words, not wanting to engage with him.
Stopping just inches away, his voice dropped to a threatening whisper, laden with mockery, "Perhaps I should assist Prince Oberon in taking another extended nap? For his own benefit, of course."
