Henrie had made up his mind. His thirst for revenge had become an uncontainable force.
Regardless of what anyone else might say, he was resolute in his decision to subject Eleanor to a slow and painful death, keeping her confined in a damp, dark prison cell, isolated from the world.
He was determined to make Eleanor experience the same horrors that she had inflicted upon Runa, and if possible, he would make her suffer even more.
"Summon everyone. I have already reached a verdict," Henrie instructed Mr. Hermann, making it clear that this was not open for discussion but an official announcement.
He then made his way to the northern parlor to await the arrival of his family members.
Queen Emma, her curiosity piqued, couldn't resist asking, "What is it, Henrie?"
"I'll explain once everyone is here so I don't have to repeat myself," Henrie replied curtly, not bothering with formalities as he gestured for his mother to take a seat.
