Rachael's heart sank as she listened to the heated conversation between Icarus and his father. The accusations against her were false, and now it seemed that Icarus was being blamed for putting her before his father's interests. She could feel the tension and betrayal in the air.
Malachi's grip tightened on her hand, providing a small measure of comfort. "We need to do something," he whispered urgently.
Rachael turned in his direction, whispering so low to avoid any suspicion. "No. We can't risk our situation. What happens if we do something drastic out of a rush?"
Malachi cautiously pushed the door open a little further to get a better view of the room. They saw Icarus standing tall, his face a mixture of anger and hurt, while his father sat on his throne, seemingly unmoved by his son's words.
