The festive air went stale and now a heavy air filled the room. Aurelius's sharp blade was on Seraphina's neck. All that everyone could do was watch.
Abrielle anxiously waited for the answers; her fingers were twitching, unable to hold herself.
Lyra's eyes darted around. She could not believe her eyes. Why was no one doing a thing? Seraphina was the empress and they let Aurelius treat her this way.
She clutched her dress and rushed forward, "How can you treat Mother like that, Aurelius?" She barked at him, ready to defend her mother
Aurelius's gaze shifted to her. Just the look in those icy blue eyes was enough to keep her in place. She swallowed back her words.
Without giving any command, Aurelius's personal knight squadron charged into action before the other princes or princesses' security could react. Sharp blades were placed next to their necks.
