Alaric sat on his throne, his eyes sharp as they glinted in the moonlight streaming through the arched windows. His demeanor was calm, but there was an unmistakable sense of calculation beneath his composed exterior. Duncan's information was the first piece of a puzzle, and now it was time to see how the rest of it would unfold.
Gilbert stood before him, his hands clasped behind his back as he awaited his master's command. Alaric's gaze shifted to him, and the room seemed to hum with a quiet tension.
"Give me everything Duncan has shared about the families involved in the curse," Alaric ordered, his voice steady yet authoritative.
Gilbert bowed slightly, acknowledging the command. "Yes, my lord. I have gathered all the reports and details from Duncan. He has mentioned several families that are likely involved in the conspiracy."
Alaric leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Go on."
