The room, already uneasy, now felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of his mana. Guests whispered among themselves, exchanging looks of panic and disbelief, their glances shifting between the two towering figures: Caelum, the patriarch of the Kaezhlar clan, and Segarus, the infamous head of the Naemarys clan.
Elowen stood with her children and Johamma; they seemed to be waiting. They were angry at Lorryll, obviously. They always thought that he was too self-centred and greedy, with no bounds. Wayde was fuming, and he wanted to kill his brother for betraying the family.
There were other family members; all of them were too stunned and worried about what would happen now.
Caelum stepped forward, his expression unreadable, though his eyes burned with restrained fury. His voice, calm yet sharp as a blade, broke the silence. "Was the marriage for this purpose alone?" he asked, his words cutting through the murmurs.
