"Edward Falkrona. Wasn't that Thomen's son?" Isaak asked, raising a brow.
Rosalyn let out a quiet sigh, looking almost annoyed by the question.
"Have you even been paying attention?" She asked. "He is Kleines's youngest son."
"Nonsense. That monster is not my son," Kleines immediately snapped.
Belle's expression darkened.
She slowly turned her gaze toward her brother, her eyes filled with disbelief and anger.
"Very hypocritical coming from you, brother."
Kleines's eyes shifted toward her.
Belle didn't back down.
"What would you call a father who disappeared and abandoned his own children?" She asked, her voice growing sharper with every word. "A father who kidnapped his own wife for who knows what purpose, then suddenly appeared again accompanied by his friends from the most inhuman organization imaginable, only to kill that same 'monster' you refuse to call your son?"
The words struck the dining hall like a blade.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
