As the councilors and ministers filled the grand hall, Lennox quietly pulled Esme aside, and he murmured softly.
"Do you even realize what you're doing?" he asked, frustration and concern laced in his voice.
His golden eyes swept over her, studying her pale complexion, and he sighed heavily. "You should be resting. You're in no condition to involve yourself in matters like these, Esme. Why did you come here, to see all this? I never wanted you to witness any of it."
He then paused, pressing his fingers against his temples as if trying to ease an invincible weight. "The royal priest will arrive shortly. Once the confirmation is given, his punishment will be delayed… but only because you yourself are insisting. However, your kindness, while admirable, makes you vulnerable to people like him. They see it as a weakness and exploit it. You understand what I'm saying, don't you?"
