As Magnus and Izaak strode into the hall, they were met by Harris, who wasted no time in offering his apologies. "Your Highness, I was unaware that one day Princess Alora would be wedded to you. In my misguided attempt to protect all of us, I ordered the attack on the caravan."
Magnus's hand shot out, seizing Harris by the throat, his thumb applying pressure to his neck. "So, you admit your wrongdoing. How dare you violate the sanctity of my territory by sending a werewolf? You have flagrantly disregarded the rules, Harris," he snarled, his eyes ablaze with a fiery red hue, and his fangs bared in a menacing display.
"Prince Magnus, I beg for your mercy," Harris pleaded. As he spoke, the veins on his pale skin became visible. He reached out his hand and also managed to grasp Magnus's wrist. However, Magnus's strength proved overwhelming against his feeble resistance.
