Isabella's cold eyes made holes on Elara but her punches fell on the soft cotton leaving her gritting her teeth.
"Alric!" Edward Sanatour, the owner of the palace, father of Isabella and duke in position, looked at Alric with a firm cold gaze. His voice was still calm but stren as he waited for an answer without elaborating his question.
Alric let go of the fork he was holding. His eyes fell on Elara with worry but when he noticed her blank gaze, he felt more infuriated. He would have felt better if she looked sad or better if she was waiting for him to save her.
He could bet that she would not even flinch or plead if they dragged her from here holding her hair or worse. He closed his eyes and exhaled a breath.
In these moments, he could not let his anger rule him.
