Just as everyone heard Jack's question, a wave of confusion spread through the royal courtroom.
The nobles exchanged uncertain glances, whispering among themselves, trying to understand what the blacksmith meant.
But the color drained from Cian's face. His confident smirk vanished, replaced by a stiff, pale expression.
"Mr. Klassen," Cian began quickly, his voice shaky yet trying to sound composed. "Can you please not bring this up here? This isn't the time or place for that."
Jack didn't even blink. His deep voice echoed firmly through the chamber.
"No, I'm bringing it up here," he said coldly, "because this is exactly the right time and place."
The nobles immediately went quiet again, feeling the tension rise.
King Edward frowned, his tone calm but commanding.
"Mr. Klassen," he said, his piercing gaze focused on the blacksmith, "would you mind elaborating on what's happening here?"
