As the noblemen knelt, Princess Delilah's gaze was unyielding.
"What is the meaning of this barbarism, Lord Artois, and all of you?" she demanded, her tone sharp.
"Th-Third Princess?" The noblemen's surprise was evident as they recognized her. "Your Highness, what are you doing here?"
Delilah did not soften. "As noblemen of Araknis, you bring shame to His Royal Highness. Are you not ashamed of your actions?"
A few of the noblemen bowed their heads, visibly chastened, but resentment lingered in the eyes of some.
Lord Artois, a man of fifty, carefully chose his words as he replied, "But, Your Highness, this bast.…no this man crippled our sons. Where is the justice for that?"
He glanced nervously at Aengus, unable to fully mask his fear after experiencing Aengus's terrifying aura. None of them dared provoke him again.
Princess Delilah's gaze remained steely, her tone laced with anger.
