The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Aldric's sudden interruption had thrown the wedding into chaos, and Prince Andre was not about to let his brother get the upper hand.
When no guard made a move to seize Aldric, Andre's voice rang out again, sharper, more authoritative, as he commanded, "I said, seize him!"
But Aldric was unfazed. Instead, he smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he welcomed the challenge. "Oh well," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "let them come."
It was a wonder Aldric could exude such confidence, especially after his time locked away in the Quiet Room—a place known for draining the will and strength from even the mightiest of Fae. But there was no sign of weakness in Aldric now.
