"I subjected you to suffering, revealing the extent of my power over the entire Royal family. Yet, you persist in acting insolent towards me?" Edna's words dripped with disdain. "It appears you won't desist until I actually take someone's life."
Julien, cradling Arlan, cast an anxious gaze at the witch, only for her to continue, "Whom shall I offer as a demonstration? The King, your own son, Lenard, or Alvera?"
"Do not dare—"
Edna chuckled. "You hold no authority to threaten me. Understand your place, human. I tolerate your existence solely because I require you to nurture my prince and attend to him each time after I indulge in his blood. Otherwise, I would not hesitate to end you. I seek no disturbances until my goal is achieved, so surrender and comply with my demands quietly."
"You are disgusting. Drinking a child's blood—"
