"There are some truths that cannot be hidden, Dark Lord," Emira said softly.
However, as her words echoed through the large courtyard, something shifted in the atmosphere. It was subtle at first, like a ripple moving through still water, barely noticeable, yet heavy enough to make every heart present tighten. The power that they had just witnessed seemed to surround her.
Slowly, the three men who had remained silent until now stepped forward, their movements coordinated as they formed a protective circle just behind her.
Aron frowned as his hands clenched. The veins along his arms stood out sharply, betraying his rising agitation. Emira smiled faintly and let out a soft sigh as she looked at him, her eyes unblinking as she stared at him, "You almost had me fooled with that sad little story. The poor, misunderstood Dark Lord. In love with Shiqi Stav, yet forced to accept Mira Stav because of your family burden and obligation toward Master Stav."
