Christine's yell pierced through the tense atmosphere, reverberating off the stone walls of the courtyard. However, her plea was met with indifference by the Knight Captain. Ortis remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on Ingrid with a cold intensity that sent a chill down her spine.
Ingrid, however, refused to let another opportunity to provoke Ortis slip away. Without breaking her gaze from Ortis, she spoke with a calm demeanor that belied the anxiety within her.
"Why are you worried, Christine? The Knight Captain cannot afford to harm me," Ingrid said, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she maintained a facade of composure, her mind racing with adrenaline-fueled anticipation.
Ortis's face contorted in anger at Ingrid's audacity. His lips curled into a snarl as he took a menacing step forward, his eyes ablaze with fury. "You have gone too far, Princess," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
