"Look…" Edric drawled, his eyes drifting lazily across the encampment, as though the place itself bored him. "...You no longer bear the authority of the Dravion Household. Your younger brother, the duke, cast you out the moment he took over from your father. Threw you into this forsaken patch of land like yesterday's scraps. This land has always been tended to under Baron Fenlan's watch."
He leaned forward in his saddle, his voice lowering to a condescending murmur.
"Submit to the baron, and you'll live a comfortable life in this forest. Who knows... maybe he'll even be kind enough to send women to warm your bed at night. Not that you've earned it."
Beside him, Mirabel's eyes flared with quiet disgust. Her gaze remained fixed on Kaelor, but it carried a weight now, a silent reprimand for the indignity of Edric's words.
