"I want your daughter. Give her to me."
My voice reverberated through the grand chamber, filling every corner. I made certain that no one could ignore it. The guards stood frozen, their expressions mirroring the shock etched on the faces of the King and the four Argonauts. Clearly, my bold declaration was the last thing they had anticipated.
Behind me, Semiramis hesitated, caught off guard by my straightforward demand. Yet, there was no room for hesitation. My purpose here was singular: I sought Medea.
"Who... who are you?" the King finally managed to ask, his voice tinged with bewilderment. The question hung in the air, a reflection of the curiosity and uncertainty shared by everyone in the room. It was evident that he sought to gauge my status before deciding on his response.
"I will answer that," Semiramis interjected, her voice steadying as she spoke. "Lord Samael is the Lord Commander of the Tenebria Kingdom."
