Silvy's instincts screamed at her to retreat.
Every fiber in her body told her that if she didn't back down soon, her life could very well end in that room.
The Grand Duchess's blade was steady, her mana oppressive, and her expression unreadable.
But Silvy's pride refused to yield.
Even with the tip of a sword pressed to her throat, the elf looked up defiantly.
"Even if he's your fiancé now, Kyle already slept with me. According to elven custom, that makes us married. You're the one who needs to back off."
She said through clenched teeth.
For a heartbeat, Amanda froze. A flicker of surprise crossed her face.
Then she laughed.
It wasn't a cruel or mocking laugh. It was genuine, almost amused, as if she'd just heard the punchline of a particularly absurd joke.
When the Grand Duchess finally stopped laughing, she exhaled and shook her head before leaning down slightly, her blade still unmoving.
