Yanad stormed into his brother's lab, the heavy door echoing his frustration as it slammed shut behind him. It had been a torturous three days since Melania's trial. Despite the absence of a formal punishment, her once-spotless reputation lay in ruins, as if she had already faced the executioner's blade.
The Crown Prince, his fists clenched with white-knuckled intensity and his jaw rigid with fury, advanced toward Valon's desk. Each step reverberated through the room like the approach of a titan. With a forceful motion, he slammed his hands down upon the desk's surface, his voice a seething growl, veins bulging on his neck and forehead as he vented his frustration.
