The woman on the raised seat narrowed her eyes, her gaze sharp as a blade. Her once peaceful face twisted in anger.
"Do not challenge me, Page," she growled, her voice vibrating with power. "I ordered you to be silent."
Page shrugged, a mocking smile on her lips.
Emrys interjected.
"Mistress, Page," he pleaded, "calm yourselves. We are all here for the same reason."
The Mistress turned to him, a flash of anger in her eyes.
"You are too lenient, Emrys," she hissed. "Your little protege is nothing but a spoiled child who thinks she's a goddess."
Page shrugged, indifferent to the insult.
"A goddess?" she said nonchalantly. "That's not far from the truth."
Page's cold laughter echoed in the meeting room, amplifying the oppressive silence that had fallen over the council members.
The woman seated on the raised seat glared at her, her black eyes burning with restrained anger.
