With the embodiment of malevolence, King Liam cast an indifferent gaze upon Sienna, his icy demeanour unfazed by her ethereal beauty or the shimmering tears in her eyes. His gaze glossed over her as if she were a mere inconsequential speck in his grand design. With a calculated detachment, he began to speak, his voice resonating with a chilling coldness that sent shivers down the spines of the five heirs of the four kingdoms he ruled.