[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"ENOUGH!!!" King Cedric finally lost it as he blasted his way toward me with his hand stretched out to grab my throat but a wall stood in front of me, a wall called Elysia Ashwood.
Elysia's presence was a force to be reckoned with, her blue aura clashing once more with King Cedric's golden radiance. The king's hand, halted by the invisible barrier of Elysia's magic, trembled with suppressed rage.
"Your Majesty," Elysia's voice was cold and commanding, "this court session is a farce because it refuses to address the real issues at hand. Samael has merely pointed out the elephant in the room. Your son's indiscretions and Lord Garrick's corruption are symptoms of a deeper rot within the kingdom."
King Cedric's eyes burned with anger, but he did not withdraw his hand. Instead, he leaned closer to Elysia, his voice low and dangerous. "You overstep your bounds, Lady Elysia. This is not your court to command."
