Eiravyne flinched at the intensity of his words, her head spinning from the wine and the rapid change in his behavior. She struggled to find her words, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I... I...," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "Just walking..."
"Just walking?" Ilkar roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "You expect me to believe that you were just out for a stroll with Alaric, of all people? Are you just trying to provoke me?"
Eiravyne shrank back, her mind reeling. "I….," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just needed some air, and he..."
"Needed some air?" Ilkar cut her off, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you thought it was a good idea to wander off with the filthiest man in the room? What were you thinking, Eira? "
Alaric, still on the ground, attempted to speak. "Ilkar, you misunderstand, she—"
