As the tension in the ballroom reached a palpable crescendo, Ethan's voice cut through the murmurs like a blade. "Queen Eva," he began, his tone firm and unwavering, "not long ago, you declared that you neither practice dark magic nor possess dolls and totems. Yet, here we stand amidst these balloons, remnants of your hidden chamber."
Gasps rippled through the crowd as Ethan's accusation hung heavy in the air. But it was the scene unfolding before them that truly captivated their attention. King Declan, once the embodiment of regal composure, now lurched and clawed at the air in a desperate frenzy, his addiction laid bare for all to see.
In response to Ethan's accusation, Queen Eva's denial rang out, her voice a blend of indignation and defiance, as she bristled, her composure cracking for the first time. "These are not mine. I have never seen such things in my life!"she insisted, her gaze unwavering.
