(Third Person).
Reginald didn't blink. Those words didn't even move him.
"Then perhaps you should blame yourself, Gabriel. You're the one who brought a useless daughter into this world—one unfit to wear a crown even when she married into royalty," he said.
Gabriel let out a sharp scoff. His lip curled into something between a sneer and a smile.
"And perhaps you should remember not to dictate to a grown man whether or not he keeps his wife." His voice dipped, rich with mockery. "Or is it that you think your daughter is the one fit to be Queen?"
A heavy murmur erupted instantly, filling the chamber with sharp whispers. Heads turned, eyes flicked between Reginald and Gabriel.
Reginald's face darkened like a stormfront. "Watch your tongue—"
But Gabriel wasn't finished. His voice rose, not in volume, but in precision—each word striking clean as a blade.
