Adela found herself standing at Aldric's right, her posture rigid as she struggled to maintain an appearance of indifference. It was an unusual arrangement, especially considering that Aldric's wife, Queen Samandra, should have rightfully occupied that position. Aldric's grip on Adela's arm, though not overtly painful, served as an unmistakable assertion of his authority.
On Aldric's left, Queen Samandra projected an air of aloofness, her ivory gown revealing more of her skin than her usual attire, catching the light and shimmering like moonlight upon water.
It wasn't long before he finally broke the silence.
"Our guests have gathered in the grand throne hall, and my counselors and assassins are present as well. I expect exemplary behavior from both of you, otherwise, there will be consequences."
Drawing closer, Aldric leaned in, his voice adopting a low, ominous tone meant solely for Adela's ears.
