Alaric's expression tightened. "I'm busy with my wife right now. We can talk another time."
Genevieve's smile faltered, her gaze flicking to Salviana for the first time, sharp and full of disdain. "Then tell your wife to go back to her chambers, or wherever she wants to be, so we can have a proper conversation."
Salviana's cheeks burned with indignation, but she remained silent, her posture straight and composed.
Alaric's jaw clenched visibly. His grip on Salviana's waist tightened as he took a deliberate step closer to her. "Genevieve," he said coldly, "I don't have the patience for your tantrums today. Leave us."
Genevieve's eyes flared with fury, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Fine," she hissed, spinning on her heel. Her skirts flared dramatically as she stormed off, her perfect image marred by her obvious anger.
