Isolde stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes taking in the scene before her. Arthur sprawled naked across the medical cot, his body marked with fresh scratches and bite marks. Urzara's satisfied smirk. Kaela's flushed face and disheveled healer's robes. Mira's predatory grin.
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Lisa Park's crystal monitors glowed with elevated energy readings. The evidence of what had transpired was written across every surface.
For a heartbeat, the world held its breath.
"Arthur?" she whispered, her voice trembling with something between heartbreak and fury.
Arthur tried to sit up, his body protesting. The crystals pulsed brighter as his energy spiked with sudden tension. "Isolde—"
"Out," she commanded, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. Her royal composure snapped back into place, though her hands trembled at her sides. "All of you. Now."
