As Karl assured Ilkar he would handle the situation, the tension in the room eased slightly.
Ilkar's gaze lingered on Eiravyne for a moment longer, a mix of frustration and calculation in his eyes, before he turned and left abruptly.
Alone again, Eiravyne felt a rush of relief mixed with lingering fear. Karl approached her cautiously, his expression a blend of concern and professionalism.
"Are you hurt, Lady Eiravyne?" Karl asked softly, his voice a stark contrast to Ilkar's harsh tone.
Eiravyne shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, I'm... I'm alright."
Karl nodded, though his eyes betrayed his skepticism. "Your safety is my priority."
"I don't understand," Eiravyne murmured, her voice wavering with a mixture of confusion and fear.
