"Wait," Aria shot back. "You're richer than me. You're just too stingy to use your money to build anything worthwhile."
"Shut up! Shut up! You should have just died!" Sylvester roared, spittle flying as he screamed at his sister.
"Well, you're going to be spending the rest of your time locked in prison," Nolan said.
"You don't have any proof of what I did. In fact, it's you who are going to prison. I'll call the knights right now. Beg me, and maybe I'll forgive you." Sylvester said.
Aria fell silent, her lips pressed tight.
Lyra frowned. "He's right… we don't have proof. But I'll speak to Lucan myself. He won't think I'm lying. Putting a curse on someone is reason enough for prison."
Before Sylvester could reply, a noise echoed from the hall. Footsteps, heavy boots, coming down the staircase. Everyone froze, waiting.
The door opened, and armored figures stepped inside.
"The Royal Knights?!" Aria gasped.
Nolan narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
