"Let's begin."
Arthur spoke, his frigid gaze locked on the assembled audience. However, it seemed that most of them were oblivious to the true purpose of this meeting, even though they couldn't miss the sight of Victorique sitting nonchalantly on his lap.
Among them, Mona and the other maidens were far from comfortable with the situation. It felt as though a new predator had entered their midst, imposing on their territory.
Isla tried to mask her discomfort with a fake smile, but a flicker of unease still lingered in her eyes. Raiden, on the other hand, couldn't hide her anger; her fists clenched, and her displeasure was evident on her face.
But it was Mona who bore the most intense reaction, a wild look in her eyes as she fought the urge to draw her sword. Tensions simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to explode.
