"Are you involved with a commoner?" Queen Margaret questioned her son, summoning him for a discussion in the presence of King Esmond. "You've chosen a woman from the streets to be your future wife without even once consulting me," she remarked, her tone laced with anger and disappointment.
"Mother, please do not refer to Melody in such disparaging terms. She deserves respect," Izaak retorted firmly.
"She was once sold in a slave market. Zerah informed me of everything, yet your father saw fit not to inform me of such a significant decision," Margaret continued, her gaze now fixed on King Esmond.
Meanwhile, Izaak shot a sharp glance at Zerah, a feeling of betrayal coursing through him.
"Zerah, go out," Izaak demanded privacy with his parents. He immediately complied with the order and left the chamber.
