Damian felt the sudden tension in Eilika's frame as she froze beside him. Her face which lit up with a radiant smile earlier, now looked pale.
"Who dares utter such nonsense to my wife?" Damian's voice didn't rise, but it took on a dangerous edge that cut through the lingering giggles.
He turned slowly, his cold gaze pinning the trio of women who had been mocking her. They recoiled, their smirks vanishing instantly under the weight of his stare.
"If you are so blinded by jealousy that you cannot afford this gown, do not mistake your bitterness for a critique of beauty. You clearly haven't the slightest grasp of the word."
He stepped forward, his shadow looming over them. "Apologize to my wife, or I will ensure your disrespect carries a heavy price."
